A\N: I figure I've missed at least three update's worth...and I really wanna write. ;P Review, though!

KIM

I snuggle in the arms of my worst enimy and only love, perfectly content. Some situations can't really be explained to anyone who hasn't had a few drinks.

"What happened, Kim?" Kat asks. My fingers are playing with her hair, stroking it and admiring the silkiness of it. "Who hurt you?"

"Kat..." I really, really don't want to talk about it.

"Please, Kim."

I give up, trying to form the memories into words. "I...I went home, after...after we fought." I explain. "And...and my dad was worried..."

"Where have you been?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "The hospital with Billy."

"Your boyfreind just broke up with you, and you're at the hospital with another man?" He asks. "Nice going. You'll be pregnant by the end of this year."

Yeah. Like he hadn't said that before.

"Maybe you won't be, though. Dykes can't get pregnant."

I froze. "Wh-what?"

"Tommy called. Said you'd be coming home with Kat. Explained that he broke up with you. Apologized, too. Nice as hell, really." Dad smirked. "At least some pansies have manners."

"Dad, Kat's my freind." Well, okay, that's what he knows.

"She's a dyke. You a dyke, Kim?" Dad asked.

"N-no! I'm not, Dad, you know that."

Dad looked up at me with murder in his eyes. "You're a what? Please tell me you're kidding."

I couldn't move, couldn't say anything.

"That bitch Kat?" Dad snarled. "Well, well. Amazing. You actually want to go to hell, don't you?" He stormed twoards me and slapped me.

I fell over into the wall, trying not to cry. Dad kicked me again and again, like he was trying to beat it out of me, like I was just something to beat up. Finally he left me alone, and I got up and ran out the door. I just kept running. I had no idea where I was.

I ran into two men, literally. One of them grabbed my arms. He was a gangster. "Lookit this. The kid that's too good to give me the time of day." Skull. "How about a kiss, sweetie?"

I fought back, but one of his freinds grabbed me and held me while he kissed me. I kicked him and he stabbed me. The one holding me dropped me. I heard my ankle snap and the one who dropped me say, "Let's get outta here."

I stop talking. I can't talk any more. I'm going to cry if I do.

Kat rubs my back, and I let my head fall to her shoulder. "Oh, honey." Kat whispers. "Kim...they didn't...rape you, did they?"

I shut my eyes, trying to fight the memory. "Skull...Skull tried..." I whisper. "But then I screamed and a cop drove up and they took off...only the cop saw who I was, and I guess my dad told him I'm not...not normal and he just left me there..."

Kat holds me while I shake, crying and terrified. "Oh, lord." She whispers, trying not to show how angry she is. "Oh, Gods, Kim. Those bastards."

"I...I don't know what I did wrong." I tell her through my tears. "I didn't do anything wrong, Kat..."

"They did." Kat says, a steel edge to her voice. "And I swear I will kill them."

I feel cold terror form in the pit of my stomach. "Kat...don't. Please. I don't want to lose you. I lost Tommy. I don't want to lose you too."

Kat looks a little embarassed. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, Kim...I just..." She sighs. "Rita's trying to make me a murderer." She says quietly. "I guess I'm pretty close."

"No, you're not." I tell her. "You just don't know it yet."

She smiles and kisses me, and I hum with pleasure. I love her kisses.

Maybe things won't be too bad.

Not yet, anyway.