(( I'm on a mobile when I post these chapters... And it's not doing the spacer I've been trying to put! So at the beginning of chapters if I'm speaking as the author I'll jut put it in double parenthesis ~ anyways, got a few reviews recently, and I'm glad about that! Thanks for keeping me going. In fact, I'm going to start moving my fictions from Wattpad onto here. Wattpad is kinda lame, nice people are hard to find there, and unless your story is One Direction most people won't read you stuff. Here, I post one chapter of a fanfiction, of a show that hardly knows about, and the same day I get a review! The same week I get two!

Sorry about that rant, anyways, here's a new chapter!

Guys keep in mind that the first few chapters were really fast paced, and some things may have been a little unrealistic. I apologize for that, but I promise things will be different and slower paced as Kitty gets older. Sorry for such a long delay, I do all my writing on a mobile device and had no wifi for a few days, but I'm back now~ ))

The next day, Kitty woke early, though Jonah had woken even earlier. Drinking coffee, he glanced at the child walking in. Taking a deep breath, he wasted no time standing up and walking toward the door. "...Ready to go?" Blinking, she nodded and followed behind.

The truck ride was fairly silent, and Jonah seemed to be deep in thought. She glanced at him every now and then, only to look away quickly in fear. He did the same, only in bouts of wonder, as if he were making a choice.

She was filled with relief as they approached Jericho, though she never showed any change in emotion. He stopped the truck just outside of town, looking over at her. It was an odd silence, making Kitty uncomfortable, but after a moment he finally broke the silence. "...You can't hide the bruises." He commented, raising an eyebrow. She blinked in shock. She never expected him to notice such things, like the things her bullies had done to her. He sighed, digging in his pocket. "...You're still so young... And yet defenseless. It made me think of what I would do if my own daughter were in the same position." Sighing, he pulled out a small knife, nothing too remarkable, but a weapon nonetheless. He coughed, holding it out. "I was younger when I got mine... And I can't stop looking at those bruises and think about what happens next... Just... Don't let them do it to you anymore, whoever it is, okay?" He said, looking at her expectantly. Her jaw dropped, but she slowly took the knife from him, looking from her hand to him. "...but-" "Go now, if I'm seen here during the day I'm sure all hell will break loose. Go on, go home." He interrupted, waiting for her to exit. She did, open the door and get out, running back into town with her new item, only looking back once to see him turn around and drive away.

Sometimes rash choices are made for what people believe is the best for someone they care about.

She went back into town, staying hidden in the shadows, putting the knife in her pocket. It fit almost perfectly, with only the handle sticking out, making it easy for her to pull out at any time she needed. She stopped to go next to a building, to look at the weapon properly. Small, slightly worn, but a knife. She had not a clue what to do with such a thing, how to defend herself with it, though she was confident that it would work well.

Walking home, or to her tree rather, she continued to admire the new defense. When she arrived, there was a small box under the tree, wrapped neatly with a bow on top. On top of the box was a small tag.

"To Kitty, on her birthday, whatever day that Stanley decides it to be. From Jake."

She smiled with excitement. It was the middle of the fall, her favorite season. Stanley must have decided it to be her birthday today, and now she would get her first birthday present ever. Opening it quickly, it was a hat, a grey one with cat ears on it. She smiled at the pun and put it on immediately, the edge of the hat making it to the bottom of her forehead. She lay under the tree, looking at the note over and over again, until she heard a door slam. Walking over was Stanley, a grin on his face. "Happy birthday Kitty cat! Looks like that hat suits you well!" He joked, raising his eyebrows at her. She laughed and nodded. "It's Jakes present to me, after you chose my birthday to be today!" She laughed, standing up to give him a teasing scold look. He placed his hands on his hips, looking surprised. "Did I pick the wrong day? I thought you liked the fall!" He laughed. She crossed her arms and turned her back to him. "Maybe I wanted my birthday to be yesterday!" She said in a disapproving tone. The next moment she was lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder, being carried into the house. "Your birthday is gonna be today, whether you want it to be or not! And you're gonna have cake too, whether you want to or not! Because as long as you live under my tree, you live under my rules!"

Once inside, Stanley cut a slice of cake for himself, Bonnie already eating hers. "So how come I didn't have any other birthdays other than today's? I'm probably around eleven or twelve years old, why now?" Kitty asked as she took a slice of cake for herself. Stanley looked slightly uncomfortable with the question, but smiled nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, he looked down. "...When Jake was still around, all of us argued when your birthday would be, but you were young, and we weren't sure we were going to decide. When he left, we agreed that we would decide when he returned, but he sent me a letter, along with that gift, to choose a day, because he didn't want to make you wait..." He explained. Kitty continue to eat her cake, not commenting. She understood. Jake didn't want her to wait, in case something happened, or maybe he just wasn't coming back. She never spoke these words, and Stanley didn't either, though she pretended not to be affected by the words. Instead, they enjoyed their little party, with Eric stopping by to wish her a happy birthday as well. She didn't say much to him, however, since they still had their disagreements.

Later that night, she went back out to town, watching the stars and admiring how peaceful the everything looked at night. Unfortunately for her, her bullies returned once again. "Oh, look who it is! You're not going to run away this time, no way!" One of them said as he approached her. She blinked at them fearfully but drew the knife, pointing it at them threateningly. "...Stay away! Don't come near me!" She warned in a fearful voice. They kept their distance, but only for a moment. One of them realized that she didn't know what she was doing, and snatched the weapon from her before she had a second thought. "...Well that was easy..." He murmured, pocketing it. They all laughed as she ran away as fast as she could, back in the same dark situation she had been in before.