A/N:

Okay, I know that stories like this have been done before. But I wanted to try for something a little bit different. This here is just a thought experiment that I wanted to try out for the character of Kimberly as an explanation to the "Dear John" letter that took place in Zeo.

Recently, I had to watch the Jodie Foster movie, "The Accused," for self-defense class, which changed laws for sexual assault cases forever given the time it was made, which was the late 1980's. It's a film that is so graphic and riveting, you cannot peel your eyes away from it. Basically, the story of the film is about a young woman who gets gang raped at a bar, and throughout the film, it showcases the process of how sexual assault cases are handled, or at least how they were handled at the time. Like I said, this here is just an experiment, which means, depending on feedback I get on this chapter, I might continue it, I might not, because I've got two other Power Rangers stories I am trying to currently complete.

This story is going to be rated M, given the themes it will be tackling. The main pairing for this is going to be Tommy and Kimberly. And, there won't be any Kat bashing in this, either, because she happens to be one of my favorite characters.

Be sure to REVIEW, and be sure to check out my other Power Rangers' fanfictions that I've written. I would also appreciate any support on my X-men/Avengers crossover fanfiction crossover Peace in Our Time, which is written in collaboration with MarvelMaster616.

This chapter I will be placing a warning for a graphic detailing of rape occurring.

It was a granted that going through countless hours of gymnastics training would leave one stressed. That was especially since the training that occurred in Miami, Florida, under Gunther Schmidt, was for the best of the best to take young men and women to the Olympics.

The newest and latest gymnast to join them was Kimberly Hart, the former Pink Power Ranger from Angel Grove, California.

For Kimberly, even though she was in Florida, training to be part of the Olympics, her heart was still with Angel Grove, the Power Rangers, and most of all, her boyfriend, Tommy Oliver.

While doing their relationship long-distanced was difficult, Kimberly's heart swelled at Tommy's never-dying love that he held for her. And she knew that she left her power in good hands of Kat Hillard, who replaced her on the team as the Pink Ranger.

However, now, Kimberly felt nervous.

She was in spring break, now. It was time where she could take a break from training, but she didn't plan on stopping. Nonetheless, she was going out tonight, because her teammates, Gabrielle and Brenda, had convinced her to.

She was wearing nothing more than her usual attire of a white skirt and a pink crop top, which was concealed by her over-grown green hoodie that she had stolen from Tommy before she left for Florida. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of pink Converse sneakers. However, as she walked up to the bar, her trepidation grew.

Walking inside the bar, she could see Brenda and Gabrielle already sitting at the bar, sharing a couple of beers.

"Hi, guys," she said, hugging each of them.

"Hi, Kimberly!" Brenda said brightly. "I'm glad we finally convinced you to come with us."

"Who else is coming?" Kimberly asked.

"Miranda and Zara, and the boys, too," said Gabrielle.

"Which ones?" asked Kim.

"Oliver, Jake, Daniel, Chris, Clark, Evan, Sam, and Xavier," Brenda listed, saying the names of the guys who were at their gym. However, Kimberly knew there were chances that the boys were going to be bringing their friends from another gym. However, Kimberly couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation at the mentioning of the name "Chris," who was a gymnast that was on the team she was on.

From what Kimberly could sense, Chris seemed to be attracted to her, and he was quite attached. It was little things he would do, such as walking her to her dorm room door, or insisting on escorting her to class. Now, he was insisting on driving her places. He kept on saying that it was because he didn't want her to be alone at night. But Kimberly got a sense that he was growing to be possessive. Though, Kimberly had told him several times that she had a boyfriend, and that she was not interested.

But Chris kept pushing it. He kept insisting. He kept insisting that they go to dinner together, with a group of their friends, of course. Nonetheless, Kimberly couldn't help but feel discomforted around him and his friends, with exception of Daniel, Oliver, Jake, and Sam, who were dating Gabrielle, Brenda, Zara and Miranda, her closest girlfriends on the team.

The others, Clark, Evan, and Xavier, she didn't know them well. That was why she couldn't help but feel her stomach twist at the thought of needing to go out with all of them that night.

Ordering her drink, she just decided on some water. She didn't feel comfortable with drinking alcohol. She'd tried it once, and only once. It had been with her friends back in Angel Grove when Billy's father had been out of town. It had been Adam's idea to sneak some beer. Kimberly had hated it, and she swore she would never drink again.

Sipping her water with lemon, she could hear the others entering the bar. She could hear the boys entering with the other girls. Zara placed herself next to Kim, smiling brightly at her.

"I'm glad that you finally decided to go out, Kim," she said.

Kimberly forced a grin onto her face as Chris came over to sit near her.

"I will take a beer," he said. He had sandy hair and blue eyes, and was wearing dark jeans and a canary yellow sweater. He flashed Kimberly a smile. "Want me to order you anything?"

"I have a water, I'm good," Kim said, forcing a smile at him.

"I'll order you something anyway. She will take a rum and Coke, a strong one," Chris said.

"Chris, I don't drink," Kimberly tried to insist.

"You will tonight," he told her in an insisting tone, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. But Kimberly shrugged out of his arm as her drink came.

"C'mon Kim, have a little," insisted Miranda as she downed her Grey Goose and Sprite.

"I can't!" Kimberly insisted.

"Would it kill you to have at least one drink, Kimberly?" asked Chris.

Kim hesitated, but she picked up the glass of Coke that had strong, spiced rum inside it. She took a small sip of it. It tasted good. However, she stopped there as music filled the air. She recognized it as her favorite song that was playing on the radio, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

"I love this song," she whispered.

"You want to dance?" asked Chris, turning to his friends who had joined them. A few of them from the rival gym nodded and got onto the dance floor. Chris, Evan, Xavier, and Clark got into the floor. Chris grabbed Kim's hand and insisted that she dance with him.

Kimberly hesitated, closing her eyes as she slowly moved her body to the beat of the music. Chris held her hand as they danced together.

However, it was when his other hand moved to her waist that she felt her nervousness rising. His hand holding her hand moved to her hip as they moved to the beat. The sensation of his hand being on her hip made her more nervous as his face moved closer to her face. Their lips were inches apart from each other, and she felt his lips brush against hers. It was intoxicating … a little bit rough.

Kimberly on the other hand didn't reciprocate to the kiss. She backed her head away.

"Chris, Chris, please, stop," she whispered as she felt him getting her towards the door entrance to the bar. His friends from the rival gym, as well as Evan, Xavier, and Clark, all followed. She felt him kiss her again once they were outside the bar. He came in harder, attacking her lips with a hard kiss.

"No, no, stop," she repeated.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured to her, moving his lips to her neck as he got her further away from the bar towards the back alleyway. Kimberly could feel her fear rising as she tensed up.

"Stop, stop," she pleaded with him; however, he muffled her pleading with another kiss against her mouth, swallowing her voice out.

Kimberly tried to push her hands against his chest to try and get him away from her. But then, she was caught by surprise as her hair was pulled by one of the guys from the rival gym, and he dragged her to the asphalt pavement.

She hadn't anticipated it. If she had, she would have broken her fall by slamming her forearms to the ground. She felt her back hit the pavement as her arms scraped, blood seeping from the wounds as Chris knelt over her, pressing another kiss against her mouth as she tried to move her arms to shove him off of her. Then, she heard Chris yelling something out to his two friends, Evan and Clark.

"Evan, Clark! Pin her!" he shouted.

The two boys grabbed Kimberly's wrists, pinning her to the asphalt as Chris forced her legs apart. Underneath her skirt was her pink, lacy panties. He leaned over, and he pressed a hand tightly over her mouth as she began to let out screams for help.

"HELP ME! HELP! HEL –!" she started to scream as the hand slammed over her mouth, hard. His fingers bruised her cheeks as his free hand moved to his jeans. He unbuttoned them with one hand, pulling them down along with his boxers.

His hand then reached for Kimberly's underwear, and his hand roughly touched her vaginal area. It caused Kimberly to struggle harder, but she couldn't kick because her legs were spread out to wide. With that, Chris went in, on top of her, and he entered her.

He pounded into her, hard. Kimberly screamed, but her screams were muffled by his hand over her mouth. His hand then moved down to her throat, choking her.

Kimberly choked hard as his hand tightened around her neck. Her eyes widened as she felt the horrific, searing pain filling her body. She could hear the group of boys chanting over her as Chris raped her violently, slamming into her again and again rhythmically. Her hips bucked up and down as he pounded into her, slamming his lower body into hers. She felt blood flowing from between her legs.

She could hear the chants of, "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR! DRAG THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR! DRAG THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR!"

Tears filled her eyes and flowed down her face as she sobbed in pain, her screams continuing to be muffled as she tried to say, "No," but it was no use.

He was taking her. He was taking her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She violently sobbed as Chris exited her, pulling his pants and boxers up. His hand moved to grab her left wrist, and he nodded at his friend on the left, Evan.

"Your turn!" he said.

Evan nodded, grinning as his hand went to her throat to choke Kimberly. His body climbed over her and he pulled down his pants, slamming into her hard as his hand moved to cover her mouth hard.

Kimberly continued to scream and sob, her body struggling underneath his heavy weight. She squirmed around on the asphalt, but her wrists were pinned down completely. She couldn't move.

She heard the chanting continuing.

"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR! DRAG THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR!"

She tried to scream louder, but nobody could hear her. Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed, continuing to squirm. She could feel she was bleeding heavily as she continued to cry hard. After Evan was finished, it was Clark's turn. The two switched, Evan going back to pin her wrist down while Clark's hand stayed over her mouth. He ripped off his pants. But before he could enter her, she finally came to her senses and bit down hard on his hand. His hand left her mouth, and she screamed.

"NO! NOOOOOO!" She squirmed, trying to get her wrists free so she could shove the boy off of her. However, as he went in to kiss her, she bit his lip. She screamed again, this time as Clark's hand flew to his lip, which was bleeding. He got up.

It bought her enough time to kick him, hard in the leg. It was a move that caught the other boys by surprise and they released her wrists. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and ran, screaming.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" However, before she could get far, one of the boys caught up to her and grabbed her hair. She fell to the pavement as she was dragged away.

"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP HURTING ME, PLEASE!"

"He still needs his turn with you!" shouted the boy. Clark came into view and climbed on top of her as she screamed and cried. All she could do was cry and scream as he began to pound into her. However, she heard a voice yelling from the crowd.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" She recognized the voice as Sam, Miranda's boyfriend.

"KIM!" Miranda shouted, running to help her.

With that, the boys who were all crowding Kimberly proceeded to run away, getting off of her prone body. Kimberly burst into a fit of violent sobs as Miranda knelt near her.

"Sam, call 9-1-1!" she cried out as she saw Kim's shaking body. Kimberly was bleeding heavily between her legs. She was covered in cuts from the falls she'd taken. Miranda saw Kim's wrists were severely bruised. She had bruises on her throat and cheeks. She also saw scratches on Kim's thighs, which were bloody. Miranda felt tears filling her eyes.

"Oh, Kim, I'm so sorry!" she gasped, going to lean a hand in Kimberly's hair.

Kimberly screamed loudly, squirming from her friend's touch as she sobbed loudly. Sam ran over.

"An ambulance is coming," he said.

"Go, get a blanket," Miranda choked, tossing her boyfriend her car keys as Zara, Gabrielle and Brenda came running. "We – We need to get her to my car!"

Sam nodded, running to grab the blanket Miranda always kept in her trunk. He rushed forth and wrapped the blanket around Kim, before bending down and scooping her up and wrapping the blanket fully around her.

Kimberly squirmed and screamed, sobbing as she struggled to get out of Sam's grasp.

"Kim, Kim it's me, your friend!" Sam yelled to her as Miranda got the car open so they could lay Kim in the back. Brenda moved so that she was sitting in the backseat, placing Kim's head in her lap and stroking her hair.

As Kimberly lay there in the car, she shuddered and sobbed. The only thing that she now wanted was Tommy.

'Tommy,' she thought, crying harder at just the thought of him.

A/N:

Well, what do you think? Sorry if that was a bit graphic, but if you want more, be sure to review this chapter, and I might write another one.