AN: Here's the final part. I told you it was short. If everyone likes it I'll do a sequel

Caitlins Diary~

When I woke up Jim was still there. I couldn't believe it. I had never told anyone about 'him' beating me. I don't like to say his name. Too many bad memories. Jim helped though. He listened and he cared. He even cleaned up after me being sick. No ones ever done that. I always had to take care of myself.

Jim talked to me about it some more, but I really didn't want to talk about it. The memories hurt almost as much as the bruises. Maybe I'll talk to him about it later. Right now I don't know. I just know that for the first time in my life I felt like I had a father to talk to and it felt good. It felt really good.