Hey guys, this is my second story on fan fiction and I guarantee you that it is better than my first story. My first story was a little 'all over the place'. I promise you, this one is different. Hope you guys like!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.

Kim Crawford was the type of girl who had secrets about everything. She barely ever smiles or talks. If you dare to mess with her, she will attack you. No one ever understood why she was this way. They just thought she was born cruel and bitter. That was not the story.

It was Sunday and Kim was walking home. When she got there she turned the doorknob, but the door was locked. She put her key in the lock and opened the door.

"Kim! Get over here!" She heard someone call.

She walked to her bedroom to find her father standing there with a furious look on his face.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"Outside, walking around." Kim replied, shakily.

"Did I give you permission to go and 'walk around'?"

"No, but -"

Kim couldn't finish her sentence. Her father slapped her across her face.

"If I don't give you permission to go out, then you don't go out!" He screamed.

"Yeah, but I was just -"

He slapped her again, but this time it was so hard, she fell on the floor. He walked up to Kim and kicked her in the gut.

"You stupid blonde bitch! You can't do anything right!"

He stomped out of her room and Kim laid on the floor, grunting in pain. A tear slipped out of her eye as she got up a few seconds later. Her cheek and stomach hurt her to move. She quickly transferred to the bed and laid down in pain. This was a normal day for Kim. By now, she was terrified by her father. Kim knew karate, so one time she fought back when her father lashed out at her. Her father is even better at karate, so she was beaten to the core. Today wasn't the worst day.

At least it was just a quick beating. She thought.

She decided to take a nap. When she woke up it was night time, so she knew her mom should be home soon. Kim heard the door open and she managed to pull herself out of bed, though her stomach and cheek still hurt. When she got downstairs, she saw her mom in the kitchen.

"Hi mom." Kim said.

"What? Oh hey, Kimmy. How are you... How are you doing?" Her drunk mom said.

"Mom, are you drunk?"

"What? Oh no, sweetie! I'm... I'm just tired."

Kim's mom wobbled over to the couch in their living room. She collapsed on top of it and instantly fell asleep. Kim took a blanket from inside the closet and covered her mom with it. She loved her mom with all her heart, unlike her dad, whom she hates. Kim's mom was the only person in this world that Kim loved. The only thing she would change, is her mom's drinking problem. She would see her mom come home every night drunk. Kim doesn't know why her mom drinks, all she knows is that it's hard for her to quit.

"I love you, mom." Kim whispered.

She kissed her mom on the forehead and went back up to her room. She looked in the mirror and pulled up her shirt. There was a black and blue bruise on her stomach.

"Thanks a lot, dad!" She whispered to herself.

All Kim did was go to sleep and hope tomorrow would be easier. But she knew that wasn't a reality. The next day, Kim wore long sweatpants, a long-sleeve t-shirt, sneakers, and a sweater. She was about to walk out of the house when her father stopped her.

"Kim, why are you wearing that?" He asked, sternly. "It is hot as hell outside!"

"I just felt like it." Kim mumbled.

"Go and change! Now!"

"Why? I just -"

Kim's father punched her right in the eye. Kim fell to the floor and but quickly got up and ran to her room before her dad could kick her. She slammed and locked the door. Kim could hear thumping, yelling, and cursing coming from her father. She walked over to the mirror to see that her eye was already swelling up. It will quickly turn black and blue. She grabbed her dark black sunglasses off her dresser and put them on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Kimberly Crawford, you open this door now!" Kim's father yelled, banging on her door.

Kim needed to think fast. She started to pace. She then looked at her window.

"Kim!"

Kim grabbed all of her things and opened the window. She jumped out and landed on the grass. Her stomach exploded with pain from the bruise, but she couldn't let that stop her. She got up and ran all the way to school, not looking back. Kim wished so much that she could just run like this forever. Away from the world. Away from life. But again, that wasn't a reality. Kim saw her school in sight. She stopped running and caught her breath. She adjusted her sunglasses and walked inside to her locker. Once everyone saw her, they scattered. When she was opening her locker, Kim heard whispers from behind her. She turned around to see two girls looking and talking about her. Once they saw Kim looking at them, they flinched and ran off.

Babies.

Kim headed to class and sat in the back. The bell rang and a student she has never seen before entered. He went to the front of the class and handed a paper to the teacher.

"It looks like we have a new student in our class." Mrs. Roman said. "His name is Jack Brewer. I expect you all to welcome him with open arms. Why don't you sit in that empty desk, Jack?"

She pointed to the desk in front of Kim. Jack made his way to the back of the room and sat down. A girl in the front of the classroom raised her hand.

"Yes, Grace?" Mrs. Roman asked.

"I don't think that Jack should be sitting next to... 'that thing'... over there, who by the way, shouldn't be wearing sunglasses." She said, looking at Kim.

Kim grabbed the textbook on her desk and threw it at Grace's head.

"Ouch! Hey! Mrs. Roman, she threw a textbook at me!"

"Kim!" Mrs. Roman yelled. "You just bought yourself a detention! Take off those sunglasses!"

Kim thought of her eye. If the students saw it, they'll think someone stood up to her and won't be afraid of her anymore.

"Why?" She asked, coldly.

"It's against dress code and you know that! Now take them off!"

"Oh come on! It's not like I came to school in a bra!"

"Take them off!"

"No!"

"Go to the office! Now!"

"Fine! I don't want to be here anyway! You're boring!"

Kim got up and stormed out of the classroom, but she didn't go to the office. She went to her locker, got her things, and left the school. She went to the skatepark and stayed there for hours. She used to hae a skateboard, but her dad got so mad at her one time, he took it and beat her with it until it broke in half. Now if she wants another one, she'll have to buy it herself. Kim heard a bell ring. School had just ended. Kim remained seated on a bench, watching the other kids skate. She knew her father was waiting for her. Ready to beat the living hell out of her. She felt a tap on her shoulder. It was that new kid, Jack.

"Hi. I'm Jack, I was in one of your classes." He said.

"Yeah, so?" Kim said as if she didn't care.

"I just wanted to let you know, Mrs. Ramon knows you ditched. She called the office and they said you weren't there."

"I don't care. They can all kiss my ass."

"Well I also wanted to ask you, what was the big deal? She just wanted you to take your sunglasses off."

"How about you mind your own business?"

Kim got up and was about to leave. Jack grabbed her arm, which exploded in pain from earlier beatings. Jack reached out for Kim's sunglasses. Kim smacked his hand away, but while doing so, the glasses fell down, revealing Kim's black eye. Kim quickly picked them up and put them back on. She then pushed Jack on to the hard concrete.

"Never touch me again!" Kim yelled.

She walked out of the skatepark to her house. She tried to open the door, but once again, it was locked. Kim opened the door with her key and went inside. The house was quiet. Too quiet. When she passed by the living room, she saw her mom passed out on the couch. Kim grabbed the same blanket that was still on the couch and covered him mom with it.

She's home earlier than usual.

Kim went up to her room and saw that her door had hole in it. She opened the door to see her dad sitting on her bed with a baseball bat in his hand.

"Hello, Kim." He said.

"Hi, daddy." Kim said, frightened.

"Do you want to explain to me why I had to bust your door open this morning to see that window wide open? And also why I got a call from your school saying that you ditched class today and disrespected a teacher?" He asked.

Kim froze. She breathed faster and started to shake. There was only one thing she could do. Run. Kim dashed down the stairs and into the living room, but she wasn't quick enough. Her dad pulled her hair and Kim fell on the floor. He gripped the bat and began to beat her. He hit her on the head, legs, arms, stomach, everywhere! All Kim could do was cry.

"You're a no good..."

Hit.

"...Dirty rotten..."

Hit.

"...Stupid blonde bitch!" He yelled.

He dropped the baseball bat next to Kim. He walked away and Kim heard his bedroom door slam. She laid there and cried. Her face was red, her body was sore, and her eye was swollen shut.

How could my father do this to me constantly every single day? Doesn't he love me at all?

It took Kim a good 30 minutes to finally get up. Her mom turned over on the couch, waking up.

"What was all of that noise, Kim." She asked.

Kim turned around, her face was red and wet with tears.

"Nothing mom! Just go back to sleep!" She cried.

Kim went back upstairs to her room and locked the door. She took a shower and cried herself to sleep.