A angel in need
Chapter four: Help Arrives
Jack.
I slowly walked towards my window-as not to startle her. I had reconized the tone of the now sobbing voice.
She looked up,"I didn't know you lived here." She said.
"I just moved in a few days ago."
"What do you want,Jack?" She sighed angerly.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.
"I'm fine."
"But-"
"Look I'm fine,Jack!" She yelled. I heard footsteps clomping upstairs,apparently she heard too,because she ran over and slammed the window shut with a clang. Her brown eyes wild.
"What's going on?" I thought,worried.
The door threw open like a scene from a horror movie-except this was real. I peered to see who it was,but Kim motioned for me to get down. I slipped behind a curtain and saw the whole thing...
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I motioned for him to hide,go away,anything! If my mother or father saw him...it would be bad for both of us.
"KIM CRAWFORD! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" My mother screamed,father behind her.
"Umm...Nothing." I said in a small voice.
"We heard talking-we may not see anyone,but someone was here." Father said calmly. It seems when he is calm,it is more frighting than when he yells. I coward back a little.
"You were talking to a boy!"
"No!" I protested.
"And that mean's you disobeyed me!" Mother screamed.
The first strike came,then another,then another. I didn't defend myself because these where my parents,and it wouldn't of done any good,anyway. Again,they were forth-degree black belts,I was a first degree.
A kick to the head knocked me over,bringing me crashing hard into the side of my desk. A dull thump was heard through out the room. I was in pain and seeing stars,but it takes more than that to knock Kim Crawford out.
"I'm not going waste any more time on this,we're out of sauce." Mother said. Uggh,they were drinking again.
"I hope you learned your lesson,Kimmy!" Father sneered my old nick name he used to call me,and they left.
I didn't move until I heard the car start,and pull off the driveway. I tried to push myself up,but a shooting pain went through my arm.
"Shoot! Hope they didn't break it!" I thought angerly. I had a First-Aid kit in my room,but my brain was filled too much with pain to think about it.
Suddenly I heard a loud CREAK! I looked to see my window being opened by Jack. I relized he witnessed the whole thing.
I expect him to say something sarcastic like anyone else I know would-but he doesn't. Instead he helps me up onto my chair,and finds my First-Aid kit. He cleans the scratches and puts something on the red marks that are begining to brown quickly.
He gently ran his fingers over my arm,"I don't think its broken,I think its twisted." Jack says.
"Why are you helping me? " I asked him as my brain swam in confusion.
"Because I care." He said simply.
"No one cares." I whispered.
"Well I'm someone. Now come on." He said helping me up,and leading me to the window.
After a breif arguement and struggle,we where safe in his room. Window shut,blinds drawn. He sat me down on his bed and put a arm around my shoulder. For some reason,I felt safe with him. Like nothing could harm me.
"Now could you please tell me why?" Jack asked, I knew exactly what he ment.
"Well it all began..."
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