Kimberly followed her parents into her father's car and he sped off to Peyton's house. No one had spoken a word since his last outburst.

Both Peyton's parents' cars as well as her brother's was in their driveway. Kimberly took that as a sign. She just didn't know whether it was a good one or a bad one but it definitely was a sign.

The three of them hustled out of the car and up the Saunders' driveway with Mr. Dexter in the lead. He pounded on the door although there was a doorbell. He didn't care about these minor details. No one answered the door so he pounded it again, harder this time.

"What the fuck?!" Peyton's father yelled as he opened the door.

"Michael! Where is Peyton?!" Mr. Dexter yelled as he pushed Mr. Saunders to the side, entering the house.

Kimberly and her mother followed him in.

"Where do you get off barging into my house like this!" Mr. Saunders yelled.

By this time Peyton's mother and brother had joined them asking what was going on.

"I'll tell you what's going on!" Mr. Dexter yelled, "We're here for Peyton. We're taking her out of this hell hole. We know what you've all been doing to her and it's going to stop! Today!"

Mr. Saunders laughed menacingly, "it's a bit late for than now Evan."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" He bellowed taking a step closer to Peyton's father.

Being that close to him, Mr. Dexter's eyes caught something on the collar of his shirt. "Is that blood? Is that Peyton's blood?!"

When he was not given an answer, being a man prone to a terrible temper, he punched Peyton's father in the face causing him to stumble backward. "Answer me Michael! Is that her blood?!"

"So what if it is? It's none of your concern." He said with the most evil smirk anyone in that room had ever seen. "It's the blood of a dyke anyhow. A dyke who's long gone."

Kimberly felt her knees go out under her but luckily her mother was right there to hold her. After a second, however, Kimberly couldn't contain herself any longer and launched herself at Peyton's father. She, being a lot smaller than him, jumped up on him and began scraping and slapping him while screaming at the top of her lungs, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! WHERE IS SHE?! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

Kimberly's father had to drag her off of Mr. Saunders literally kicking and screaming.

"Kim! Kim! You have to calm down!" Her father said as he put her down.

Kimberly wouldn't hear it. Her best friend was somewhere, hurt or probably even dead. There is no way in hell she can calm down!

She ran back at Mr. Saunders but this time Jason, Peyton's brother, stepped forward to protect his father. Kimberly was not going to be deterred. So lashed out at Jason, knowing all the torment he had caused Peyton. Jason, however, reacted to her and punched her in the eye resulting in her falling to the ground.

Satisfied with himself, he smirked at Mr. Dexter, "you coming too old man?" he looked at Mrs. Dexter now, "or how about you?"

Kimberly's mother rushed to her side and helped her up while her father proceeded to punch Jason so hard that he fell to the floor.

"Somebody better answer me! What the fuck is Peyton?!" He yelled at them.

It was Mrs. Saunders who decided to proffer the information, "we kicked her out. We don't know where she is."

"You did what?!" Mr. Dexter bellowed, "I'm taking her things!" He stated as he ascended the stairs.

Kimberly and her mother followed him and they gathered as much of Peyton's things as they could before leaving her room. As they left the house Mr. Dexter said to Peyton's family and threatened, "this is not over!"

On their way back home, Mrs. Dexter said with a shred of hope in her voice, "maybe she'll come by us. She always does..."

Kimberly knew better than that. Sometimes, when things got really bad, Kimberly's house was not Peyton's first choice. She'd go somewhere, she never said where, to spend some time alone before coming to Kimberly. That always worried Kimberly because she felt that it ever got really really bad, Peyton may never come to her. She fears that that day has come.

They put all of Peyton's things in Kimberly's bedroom, at her request, before her father announced that he was going to call the police.

"Dad! What if that makes things worse?"

"Trust me sweetie, there's no other way. We have to do this. Those people need to answer for what they've done. Plus, Peyton obviously has not been here and she is hurt! That's what the police are there for. They will find her. I promise."

Kimberly nodded as she began to cry once more. Her mother hugged her close, "do you have any idea where she might be?"

This question only served as a means to make Kimberly cry harder. "No! I have no idea! And she's hurt! I can't live without her mom! I just can't!"

"Don't worry honey, we'll find her. Everything will work out just fine."

"Do you really believe that?" Kimberly asked, looking her mother in the eye.

A tear escaped her as she just kissed her daughter on the forehead without a word.