Hey guys, so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been down lately. There is this competition for bands in middle schools called MPA (I play Clarinet by the way.), and my school got an excellent. That may sound good, but in the music world it's like a B. We were all hoping for a superior (an A) and we were all pretty upset and confused. So were some other schools. It was very depressing. But anyways, here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.
Jack woke up to the sound of a helicopter nearing. He opened his eyes and realised Kim was sleeping next to him. When he looked up and saw a helicopter flying in the air, and he knew it was looking for Kim. Jack jumped up off the grass and picked Kim up. He hurried her underneath all the trees and bushes, where the helicopter couldn't see them. Kim started waking up.
"Huh? What's going on?" She asked.
The helicopter's sound got closer and Kim's eyes widened. She peeked out from the bushes and saw the helicopter hovering in the air over the lake.
"Crap!" She said.
Kim got up and grabbed Jack by the arm. She dragged further into the woods. Jack stopped.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"We have to get out of here! They're here for me and if they find me... Who knows what will happen." Kim explained.
They both looked back to see a ladder fall from the helicopter. Some policemen came climbing down. They started looking around for Kim.
"We got to go, now!" Kim whispered.
Kim and Jack both ran, thinking the other was following. But they didn't realise they both ran in different directions. Kim ran deeper into the forest and turned around to make sure Jack was behind her. When she saw he wasn't there, she bumped into one of the policemen. She fell on the grass and looked up to see a huge, cop in front of her. He forced her up and walked her to the lake, where the hovering helicopter was waiting. She climbed up the ladder and all the other policemen followed. Once they were all in the helicopter, it drove off.
Jack continued to run until he reached his house. Once he turned around he saw that Kim wasn't there. He looked up in the sky to see the helicopter leaving. He had a strong feeling that Kim was in there. His heart dropped. His eyes teared up. He couldn't believe they were taking Kim back to that monster of a father. She didn't deserve to live like that. Jack sank to his knees and thought of Kim. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, Kim." He whispered to himself.
A police officer guided Kim off the helicopter and into the back of a squat car. When the car stopped, she through the window. She saw the front of her house and one of the officers knocking on the door. Another officer opened Kim's door and she stood next to the car, awaiting for her father to come out. A few seconds passed when the door finally opened. Kim's father came out of the house and looked at Kim. She shivered with a rush of fear.
"We found your daughter." One officer said.
David grinned and ran up to Kim. He gave her a big hug, but Kim didn't hug back. He turned around to the cops.
"Thank you so much!" He said. "I've been worried sick!"
It took a few minutes for Kim to go inside her house, since David had to prove that he was Kim's father. When the cops were about to leave, one turned around. He 2 cards to David and Kim.
"I would highly recommend that Kim sees a therapist, to avoid this from happening again." He said.
Kim looked at the card. It was a business card from Dr. Mary Fisher, a local children therapist. When Kim looked back up, the cops were gone. She ran to the window and watched as the cop car slid out of the driveway. Once it was gone, she turned around to see her father staring at her, with a belt in his hands. Kim dashed up the stairs and up to her room. She locked the door behind her and sank to the bedroom floor.
Not a day goes by in this house where I either get abused, or almost do.
Tap!
Kim looked up at her window, she could've sworn she just heard a tap. A second later, she saw a tiny rock being thrown at her window.
Tap!
Kim got up and walked towards the window. She unlocked it and opened it to see Jack standing on the ground, with tiny rocks in his hand. As soon as he saw her, he dropped the rocks.
"Kim!" He whispered.
"Jack?" Kim asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you're okay. Are you?"
"I'm upset that I'm back in this house, but other than that I'm fine." Kim said, holding on to a huge branch from the tree next to her window.
"Can I come up?" Jack asked.
"Umm... I guess, but you have to be quiet."
Jack climbed up the tree and through Kim's window. He pulled her into a hug so tight, Kim couldn't breath.
"Oww! Umm, Jack? We just saw each other like 2 hours ago! And you're making my bruises hurt!" Kim struggled to say.
Jack released his grip.
"Sorry. I was just worried." He said. "So are you okay here with... him?"
"I will be."
Jack looked on the floor and saw the business card the police officer gave Kim. He picked it up.
"What's this?" He asked.
"I don't know, just some therapist's card that a police officer gave me." Kim said.
Jack read the card.
"I've heard of this lady." He said.
"You have?" Kim asked.
"Yeah, I read one of her advertisements somewhere. Are you going to see her?"
"How? My dad would never let me."
"She works at our school."
"She does?"
"Yeah. Maybe that's how I know her. Anyway, I think you should go."
"Don't you need a parent's permission for therapy?"
"Normally, yes. But she understands that some parents won't let them, so she just listens to their problems and talks to them. If you need to go on some kind of medication, you need a parent's permission. Are you going to go?"
Kim thought for a moment.
"I'll consider it, but no promises!" She said.
Jack shrugged.
"I'll take what I can get." He said.
He gave Kim a final hug and then headed back home. Kim looked out the window to see the grey sky. She smelled moisture in the air and had a strong feeling it was going to rain tomorrow.
I hate Mondays enough, and now it's going to be even worse with all this rain!
Kim laid on her bed.
Therapy.
The word rang through her head, until she finally fell asleep.