Tell me...

Kip leans into Karla, the tears starting to flow. He never allowed anyone to see behind his closed door, but she was different... different from his other friends.

And through the course of it all, no words were said. But Kip doesn't move, crying as all the pain came forth. It wouldn't feel so bad if it were someone else who had hurt him. But his own father... the sting was never lessened. It only grew worse with every seething word and with every slap.

Sniffing, Kip keeps his head down. He didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't care. His face was hurting worse and now his eyes hurt too. Finally finding his voice, he speaks into the dimness of his room. "Tell me I'm not stupid and low down?"

Sparky looks up quickly at the sound of Faith's voice and he immediately sets aside his pitchfork. Opening the stall door, he wraps Faith in a hug. "I was getting worried," he admits. "I finally had to keep busy before I went crazy."

Pulling away, he looks down into her eyes. "What did the doctor say?"