The DCFS lady walked her right up to the door. "What's the matter, you don't trust me walking up to the door by myself?" DJ lifted her hood after seeing a neighbor's child stare at the scars up her face.

"Dinah, you have run off from the last twenty homes we placed you in. You were expelled from the last three schools for fighting. You have four years before you are considered an adult." Miss Jefferson tried to put the half hug to give some comfort to Dinah. The young girl grimaced and slid out of the awkward embrace.

"For the hundredth time, call me DJ or Jen." She shrugged her shoulders, "About the other thing, it's not my fault. I was just defending myself. Rules of Engagement." The lady knocked on the door.

"Well, in that case. You might like this house then. The father runs a local gym. The mother is a police officer." Miss Jefferson looked down at Dinah, "Please, don't screw this up. This is the last chance and I don't want to see you going down a wrong path." DJ froze as the door swung open to a boy about her age. She immediately recognized him.

"Hello, Miss Jefferson."

"Kenny, are your parents here?"

"Yeah, they're upstairs finishing up her room." He stuck his hand out but immediately saw the paint on his hands. "Not sure if you remember me, but we..." If DJ could go into a full blown panic attack right now, she would.

"Kenny Rixton?" She blurted out.

Kenny chuckled, "Good to see you again, DJ." His parents walked downstairs.

"Ah, she's here!" Miss Jefferson ushered DJ inside, even though the young girl wanted to run the moment strange people invaded her personal space. Mother Rixton ushered DJ upstairs with Miss Jefferson just behind them.

"We think this should be to your liking." She opened the door to a deep purple walls. A black dresser with vanity mirror. The unguarded smirk on DJ's face told Mrs. Rixton all she needed to know.

"Well that's a first." Miss Jefferson made a note on her pad.

"If you need anything, my room is across the hall. Kenny's room is the basement."

"Whatever you heard," Mrs. Rixton tried to cup the child's face. However DJ leaned back, and crossed her arms.

"Have you ever heard the saying that every storm runs out of rain?" She watched the young girl's lips quiver. "No one can understand what you went through, the only thing you can do darling..."

"Patch yourself up, and keep moving forward." Mr. Rixton said from the hall.

She coughed up water. Judging by the shadow, her captor was nearby. "Now, smile for the camera, you crazy b..." DJ headbutted with the captor. She didn't hear what a second voice said as something heavy kicked her ribs. 'Okay Kid, how are you going to get out this mess?' She could almost hear her Foster Dad's voice.