I turned off the fire. I examined my burn, it's not too bad, nothing ointment won't fix. I ran my hand under cold water, I dabbed my hand dry with a kitchen towel, and applied ointment, and a sterile dressing. I found a bottle of water, and ran back up the stairs. I walked into my room, and saw Kaylee clutching her teddy bear to her chest. I knew that look, she didn't even have to explain anything.

"Where is she?"

Her blue eyes dart up at me. "She's in my room." I handed her the water bottle and charged into Kaylee's bedroom. Mom was tearing everything apart.

"Where is it?" she muttered to herself.

"Calm down." I suggested. She kept throwing drawers everywhere.

"I just need the money, I need a hit."'

She isn't going to calm down anytime soon, so I'll just give her what she wanted.

I punched her in the stomach to knock the air out of her. I carried her body to her bedroom. I laid her down on her bed. Her room smelled of Alcohol and Drugs, which made my nose burn.

I ran into my room, and closed the door behind me. Kaylee finally cried herself to sleep. The first time the abuse happened was when she was nine, and I was merely twelve, where I hit my first growth spurt, the first time he hurt me, I shook the thoughts away.

I looked back at the clock. Six 'o clock. I dragged myself out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I'll just let Kaylee use the hot water this time. I looked at all the scars on my arms and legs, the cold water ran over them. After my shower, I wrapped my towel around myself, and walked towards my room. I noticed my father wandered up the stairs. "Karen?"

He thinks I'm mom, this can't be good.

"Karen, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

What did he do this time? He wandered closer and closer to me. I gulped, there's no way out this time, and I can't turn and run. He grabbed me by the waist, and threw me to the ground, I tried to get back up, and run, but he pushed me into the bathroom, and closed the door. He did many unspeakable things to me, he beat me, he raped me, leaving me on the bathroom floor, crying my eyes out; I dragged myself back into the shower, and got clean. I quickly got dressed, a beige cashmere sweater, with blue skinny jeans. I brushed my hair, making myself look presentable to the outside world. I noticed a big bruise on my cheek; I quickly covered it with make-up. I slowly wrapped the gauges around my hand.

Kaylee woke up, and stared up at me.

"Stay here, if you need something, just call my cell phone, keep the door locked. If you absolutely have to leave, go through the window. Got it?"

She nodded. I opened my window, and crawled out, and climbed down the ladder.

I looked down at my watch, its seven. The nearest bus stop is merely an hour away. I guess I'm walking today. I heard the revving of a motorcycle in the distance; it sped past me, and quickly came to a halt.

I stopped as well. The figure took off their helmet. Dark hair, brown eyes. Jack.

"You need a ride?"

I shook my head. "Kim, you know it'll take you an hour to school by foot."

Jack is the so-called bad boy of high school, they say he's a player, but he's never had a girlfriend, they say he skips class, but he's in class every day, every hour, every minute. He handed me a helmet. I quickly out it on, and got on. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist. "What happened to your hand?"

"N-nothing, just a burn." I wasn't exactly lying.

"Are you getting abused at home?"

My grip around him tightened subconsciously.

"Why do you say that?"

"Considering the fact, you never wear make-up and your grip literally tightened around me, when I asked that question."

I remained silent. I really wanted to tell someone about what happens at "home."

I nodded. "Why do you stay?"

"My sister. I don't want to leave her."

He understood. Before we knew it, we were at school. I let go, and gave him back his helmet.

"Thanks." I muttered. I quickly walked off, and kept my head down to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

I bumped into a group, a group I left and hope to never gain contact again…

"Look who it is, it's Kimberly." Grace's taunting voice said.

I walked past them, but she gripped my hand.

"What happened?" she asked, obviously faking sympathy. She squeezed it. "Let go."

"Not until you tell us what happened."

She's just a step close from getting a broken nose; the good thing is my parents wouldn't care.

The pain soon returned and shot up my arm. She knows what happened, she's known for years, she was once my best friend, then she just turned on me…

I clenched my fist, I was about to bring up my fist, but a hand rested on my fist, and Grace's wrist.

"Who're yo-"

"Let go of her." Jack. Grace immediately let go, and slightly blushed.

He pushed me away from the now forming crowd. Why? Why is he helping me?