The moment you've all been waiting for...WHAT HAPPENED TO KIM!

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Chapter 7: Unraveled Secrets & Desperate Pleas

Jack's POV

Kim and I sat on one of the benches in the park. She looked uneasy about her decision on telling me what was going on with her, but at the same time I could see a hint of relief hidden in her warm, dark brown eyes. She wanted to tell me. She needed to.

"Are you sure?" I ask, trying to keep the pressure off of Kim. She nodded. I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers together. She kept her eyes locked on our hands and smiled sadly.

"I know I've been acting different lately. I know I look different too." Kim said.

"A little. But I don't care about that. What I care about is knowing if you're ok or not, and clearly you aren't." I responded. I could see Kim biting her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had picked up years ago. It was always cute to me, but I would never admit that to anyone, especially Kim. I began rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb, easing the tension and encouraging her to continue.

"I honestly don't even know if I'm doing the right thing by telling you any of this. I mean, I trust you. I really do, but that's not the case." Kim was delaying confessing. I doubted if she was really ready to tell me anything, but I wasn't going to question her if she thought she was. I heard her sigh deeply as she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. This time she looked at me. Our eyes locked, and I knew that although she was arguing with herself about whether or not to tell me what was bothering her, she was feeling less doubtful by the way her expression softened.

"When I went to Chicago, I was a little nervous. My cousin is way more crazy and out there than I am, and I had a feeling that she was going to want to show me some of the things that she'd done. We drank the first night. I didn't get drunk, but I did drink enough to the point where I was a little dizzy. It wasn't really a big deal to me because I still had complete control over what I was doing. I thought that that was all she was going to want to do, but then she said we were going to a party the next night. When we got there, I was a little scared because I've obviously never been around that kind of environment before and people were smoking and drinking, and there were even harder drugs. After awhile, I got bored and I wasn't really looking to do anything else so I tried to find a quiet place to get away from everyone. I went to the balcony and there was this guy. He was really nice and we talked a little bit. He offered me a drink so I took it." Kim began to choke up. I rubbed her back gently, urging her to continue if she wanted.

"I only took like three sips of it before I started to feel really tired and out of it. I knew it was alcohol but I didn't think that I had drank enough to be drunk. I wanted to go home though, so I got up to leave and the last thing I remembered from that night was falling down. I woke up the next morning in a strange bed. I didn't know where I was and I didn't process anything until I realized I was-" Kim stopped abruptly. She was beginning to cry and it was hurting me to see her this upset.

"Kim, you don't have to keep talking. If you don't want me to know, then that's ok." I reassured her. She shook her head no.

"I was naked, Jack. I had nothing on. I was covered in bruises and I had dry blood all over my legs. I was so scared." She was really letting her tears fall now. She took deep breaths, trying to find the courage to speak again. At this point, I was just angry. I was furious at how anybody could put Kim in that position. She was Kim for fucks sake. Nothing but sweet, innocent, pure. Now she felt dirty and corrupted.

"I realized that someone had raped me. I just didn't know who, but I did have a feeling that it was the guy I had met on the balcony, because he was the one who gave me the drink. I put on my clothes as fast as I could and I ran back to Natalie's. When I got there she completely flipped out on me, yelling about how I just disappeared and she didn't know where I was. She told me that some guy told her I was ok though and that I wanted to stay. I was so embarrassed and scared that I couldn't even bring myself to tell her the truth. I didn't even know if she'd believe me. I thought that I could just forget it ever happened. But that guy had other plans. He texted me a few days afterwards telling me how much fun he had. When I told him I was going to go to the police, he threatened to kill me. I'm only sixteen, I didn't know what else to do. After that, he had parties almost every night, and all those nights, he'd just rape me again and if I tried to stop him, he'd just hit me."

My fists clenched. They clenched so tight, my fingernails dug into my skin and blood began to trickle down my arm. That fucking dirt bag raped Kim and hit her. He touched her and hurt her. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to make him feel all the pain he had inflicted on Kim's fragile body. I soon found myself hugging Kim tightly. Her head was under my chin and her arms were wrapped around my waist. I could hear her sobbing and I could feel my shirt getting wet from her tears.

"That's when I changed." Kim continued. I was surprised she was still talking. I could sense how painful and humiliating it was for her to talk about, but I had given Kim an escape. I had given her a way to vent, without hurting herself.

"I started getting drunk all the time and getting high so that I could try to forget what was happening, or at least feel good about it. I was so sick of my life by that point that I even turned to pills. I remember meeting this one girl at one of the parties and she told me how amazing ecstacy made her feel. So I tried it. I wouldn't say it was amazing, but it helped me erase the moments of when he was hurting me." I pulled her body closer. Kim had suffered so much that she had gone to desperate measures to feel better. She had done things the old Kim would have never done. That is, if she was still the old Kim.

"When I came back, I was still doing those things because I didn't know how else to cope. Then I thought I was pregnant and everything just fell apart all over again and I freaked out. The reason I've been so sick lately is because I've been taking pills, and when I skip a day, I get headaches and I just want to throw up. I'm so sorry Jack, I'm so, so sorry!" Kim was beyond sobbing now. She was gasping for air from the loss of oxygen she was experiencing. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back gently trying to soothe and calm her. She was apologizing for being raped, and now I felt like the biggest douche in the world for ever yelling at her for changing.

"Kim, please, don't be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should be sorry. I yelled at you and accused you of changing when I didn't even know the whole story. I'm sorry, for everything. I wish I could take all the pain away because you don't deserve any of this." I whispered in her ear. She slowly regained her normal breathing pattern and silence fell over us. I could hear faint sniffling. Finally, Kim straightened herself up and stared at me. Her face was stained with tears, and her mascara was smeared around her eyes.

"I probably look like a raccoon right now, don't I?" She asked, attempting to diffuse the tension. I chuckled a little as I wiped the black makeup off her face with my thumb.

"You look beautiful." I said. She smiled. Her phone beeped and she hesitantly took it out of her pocket. I watched as her face darkened, tears threatening to escape her eyes again. I quickly reacted and took the phone from her hands, my anger beginning to boil again as I read the message reflecting off of the screen.

I told you not to tell, Kimmy. Now you'll pay.

Holy moly, that took a lot of patience and thought. So, now all of you know what the heck has been going on with Kim, and the plot thickens as well...

What do YOU think is going to happen next?

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