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Jack's POV

"Kimmy!" Mrs. Crawford screams out with tears streaming down her face when Kim climbs out of the cop car that we had just arrived in front of her house in. I can't help but smile as Kim runs over to her mother and wraps her in a huge hug; it actually looked like she might stop breathing or have her ribs crushed if her mother didn't let go within the next few seconds. Her father hugged her next, a few tears coming down his face as well. I stayed in the car watching it all with Erin on my lap, afraid that if I came out I would ruin the moment for them. However, Kim came over and dragged me out so that her parents could hug me as well.

James's car pulled up at that moment; I don't know where he had been before this, but someone had apparently called him to tell him the news, because now he was rushing out of the car and over to me. He takes his daughter out of my arms and holds her close, then hugs me, whispering "Thank you." I just nod while he continues to hug me for a second longer, finally releasing me just as one final car pulls up: Rudy's. They had apparently left very quickly after they arrived the first time, because it had been less than an hour since we saw them pull up to the house on TV and struggle through the press, who were all mysteriously gone now. I assumed they had scrammed soon after Mr. Crawford had threatened to call the cops on them.

"Well, look who finally escaped! I figured that it would have taken you 2 hours max, Jack!" Jerry says, walking up to me with a smile. I laugh; even when he had so obviously been worried about us, he was cracking jokes about it already. I smile back and embrace him in a bro-hug, but while doing so, I whisper quietly in his ear, "Dude, I know you were an emotional wreck; I saw you when you guys pulled up in front of the press before."

He pulls away from me with a confused expression on his face, probably thinking 'How the heck did you know that?' I just laugh slightly and say, "I'll explain later," because I can see that Eddie, Milton, and Rudy have just finished welcoming Kim back and are making their way over to me, so Jerry in turn goes over to talk to Kim.

"Jack, we're so happy that you, Kim, and Erin are okay; we were so worried about you guys," Rudy says, clapping me on the shoulder and looking at me with an expression. Surprising him a little, I pull him into a hug, but he quickly recovers and hugs me back. When I let got of him, I talk to Milton and Eddie for a minute before the dreaded news vans start pulling up in front of the house again, and the 2 cops work on holding them back while The Crawfords usher all of us inside quickly before things can get out of hand with the amount of press showing up. Once inside, we all gather in the living room. Another few police officers show up, mostly to hold the growing crowd of reporters back, but two of them come inside, joining us in the living room as Kimmy and I tell the story of what happened.

At the end of the story, everyone is in a generally happier mood at hearing that we were actually kept comfortable for the brief time we had been held captive by my mother. Kimmy and I are also asked in private if we want to press charges against my mother and see how things would turn out in court, since no one was sure because of her mental disability. We both agree that we don't want to press charges, and just leave the woman be to get whatever help she needs.

Days go by, and things seem to slowly go back to normal. School started back up again, and by then the talk about us has already died down, people deciding it was old news and not worth gossiping about anymore. I am still currently living with the Crawfords along with James and my little sister; my mom is being treated in the mental ward of Seaford Hospital and isn't permitted to have any visitors for a long time. Despite everything that happened, I find myself falling back into an old routine; I'm not sure what I expected to feel when all of this finally ended, but as of right now, I don't really feel much about it. I don't know what to feel to be honest. I'm not upset with her, because it wasn't technically her fault because of whatever was going on in her head; she really thought she was helping. At the same time, though, I don't know how our relationship with each other will end up; I guess I'll decide on that when the time comes for her to be able to see us.

Right now, I'm just going focus on the present: My friends, my other family (James, Erin, and Kim's parents), and my relationship with Kimmy. "Jack? Can I come in?" Kimmy asks from the hall outside of my room, interrupting my thoughts.

"Ya!" I say, and the door creaks open as she walks in. She closes it behind her and lies down on the bed next to me.

"So, you haven't really been talking much about what happened; how are you feeling about all of this, Jack?" she asks me, sounding a little concerned. I just smile at her, and it is actually genuine.

"Honestly, Kimmy, I'm doing fine," I tell her, and I can tell that she knows I am not lying. She smiles back.

"That's great, Jack." Then, she turns onto her side so that she is looking at me, and I do the same. Smirking, she leans in and kisses me on the lips, deepening it as the seconds go by. It feels amazing, and I make sure it lasts, that is until her iPhone makes some kind of beeping sound and she unwillingly pulls away to make sure it is not something important.

"Oh, it's just from Grace; I left my jacket at her house the other day," she replies when I asked her who the text was from. She is about to put it back into her pocket when I catch a quick glimpse of her wallpaper; it looks like my color hair, and I quickly ask her what the picture is.

She blushes and tries to slip it back into her pocket quicker, but I grab it and look at the picture despite her protests to give it back.

The picture is of me sleeping in the hammock; it was from the day when we got kidnapped, but in the morning right before she dumped me out of the hammock to wake me up apparently. "Kim!" I say, and her blush deepens.

"Let me guess: five seconds?" she asks, smirking a little.

"You got it, Crawford," I say, smirking right back. Laughing, she gets up quickly and runs out of the room, me, true to my word, going after her five seconds later.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this story! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope the ending was okay! Review! Thanks for reading, guys!