You Belong with Me-A Jack and Kim story(Kickin it)

Chapter 4

Got "had me @ hello stuck in my head"!! Argh. Episode 4 needs to hurry up and come out. I want some more kick romance!!! While I go cry in a corner to nurse my withdrawal symptoms I hope you enjoy this chapter. Vote, fan and comment please. Oh and if you haven't see the season 2 episode "The Karate Games" I suggest go watch that first or skip this chapter.

Cheers Alura

Chapter 4

Rewritten

"Jack" my voice was barely above a whisper. I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and I could practically smell the fear radiating off me. "We got lucky this time but-" Jack interrupted me and placed his strong hand on my quivering shoulder.

"I promise I won't let anything hurt you" I was touched and was about to say so when he suddenly grew and transformed into creepy, cowardly Frank. "Touching" he snarled and I stepped back.

"You are going to jail you freak" I screamed, but there was no one to hear me. I punched, but he dodged easily. I braced myself for Frank's retaliation but none came. "Kim" he sighed. He began to repeat my name over and over, louder and louder "Kim"....

"Aaahh" I screamed, bolting upright in bed, my heart hammering inside my chest. I felt clammy and was out of breath, like I had just been in a huge fight. Well I kind of had. Trying to slow my breathing down I looked up to see my mother. She was standing over me, a concerned look on her face."Kim" she said, smiling sadly. "Are you alright Kimmy?" I nodded, trying not to show how much it had effected me. If only she knew.

"Just a silly nightmare" I brushed off her concern, knowing she would not understand even if I did confide in her. Obviously I did not tell my mother about what happened when we were filming "The Karate Games," I just told her the movie went sunk and we weren't going to become huge stars, which I could tell she was relieved about. I kept the rest of that ordeal to myself and convinced Jack to do the same. If I told her I was dreaming of the arena we shot that movie in, I would have to explain everything. Why I was fighting for my life in the first place. And why I could not forget. Then I would probably have to change my name and move to Poland. My mother would not be one to take that news lying down. The last thing I needed was to cause a huge fuss, especially as the director was now in jail.

"Well if you are feeling better then try and get some sleep honey, its 3am and you have school tomorrow" she turned to leave. I wanted to cry out to her, to stay and hold me, to blurt out why I was so afraid. But I didn't. I just watched her depart, closing the door and shutting out the light, the comfort. Sitting up in bed I hugged my knees to my chest, still shivering. I tried to remember the good parts that came out of the movie. It showed how much Jack did care for me. He did promise to protect me. I trusted him then. I trusted him with my life. Jack would never let anyone hurt me. That was one thing I was sure of. He even almost kissed me, right at the end, as we were standing on that Hollywood sign. I hated that director. Worst moment to yell "Cut" ever. Nobody cares if he cut his stupid leg. That stopped our kiss though.

However, his actions that proved nothing. If he truly loved me, I would not still be single. I would be happily dating the hottest guy in school. I closed my eyes and tried to picture his face. Well actually I was trying to trick myself into falling asleep. Any reasonable person would have fallen back into dreamland by now. I sighed and hit the bed angryily.

Yet I was wide awake. I glanced over at the phone on my bedside table, having a sudden urge to call Jack and for him to comfort me. I reached out for it and looked through my contacts for his number. But even as I did that I knew I couldn't actually call him. Jack would be fast asleep and wouldn't hear the phone. Even if he did wake up, he would probably just bite my head off for waking him. Besides, I couldn't show him how much that ordeal shook me. Or how, no matter how strong I make out to be, inside I am actually afraid. The guys would torment me forever for showing that much weakness, especially when I don't tolerate any from them.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. I let in fall, dripping onto my bedspread. It had been so long since I last cried, I am not sure I knew how anymore. In a way I wanted to cry, to let it all out. But no more tears fell. And when my alarm started blaring at 6am, I was still curled up on my bed, perfectly wide awake, staring at the same pattern that had been stained with a single tear only hours before.