Jim Shannon made his way over to command central to talk to Commander Taylor. Jogging up the stairs, he waited before knocking trying to catch his breath. Suddenly the door opened and the Commander stood there Startled. "Shannon! Need Something? " Taking one more Deep breath Jim Nodded.

"Yeah, there is a situation."

"What kind of situation?"

Jim pointed into the room "I think it's best if we talk in your office."

"Alright." Taylor waved Jim in and walked over to his Desk. Closing the Door behind him Jim followed. Sitting down on his chair , gesturing Jim to do the same Taylor asked.

"What Situation?"

"We received a noise complaint with eye-witness of Child abuse earlier today. "

Taylor sat right up angry "Child abuse? Fill me in."

Jim nodded. "Yes. Melissa Gordon called in hearing her neighbor Jackson Bell shouting and banging and when she looked out her window she say Him beating his daughter through their window. I took some soldiers and medics and we went over right away. Bell was against us entering, but I persuaded him. His Daughter Jasmine was laying on the kitchen floor. Blood and vomit everywhere. My wife transported her asap to the infirmary and I send bell to the brig. Elizabeth is working now on a medical report. "

While listening Taylor got up and started marching up and down. Jim could tell how mad Taylor got by the second and how much it took the man not to race over to the brig and get his hands on Jackson. He turned toward Jim, controlling his temper " How is Jasmine?"

"She is stable. Concussion, few broken ribs, her arm. Elizabeth keeps her sedated for now.

" And Bell is in the brig?"

"He went straight there. Not willingly of course."

Taylor nodded, cracking his knuckles "This SOB is going to hate life when I'm done with him. "

"You read my mind Taylor. "

"Alright, let's head over to the infirmary and see what your wife came up with."

Jim shot up from the chair and followed Taylor to the door.

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Squirming uncomfortable with his hand cuffed behind his back , Jackson cursed the world for being treated that way. Jasmine only had to do what he told her to do, she was always asking for it, so Why was he the on in handcuffs. If she wouldn't be that stupid, he would never have to get angry at her. 'Don't they get that. It's not my fault. ' The rover came to a halt and the doors were opened. One of the soldiers gestured him to step out. Grabbing him by his arms escorting him into the building. He was told to stand by the wall facing it. Jackson felt arms patting him down, taking his belongings out of the pockets and heard it being dropped in a little box. After that , they removed the handcuffs and he was told to take off his belt. In angry motions he did so, but when they handed him a plain uniform to change into, he lost it.

"Who the hell do you think you are? A man does what he wants in his home and you re treating me like vermin? I am not wearing that silly rag and you are going to let me go home."

Jackson,s temper felt like it was going thru the roof and he didn't care if someone was going to get hurt. Hearing the commotion inside Mark Reynolds came in, looked at him calmly and said.

"Subject. You WILL put this on and you WILL curb your temper."

" Dont you tell me what I can or can't do. Let me the hell out of here. Now."

He was literally screaming at Reynolds and the other guards, Who had their pulse rifles aimed at Jackson. Without warning, Jackson lunged towards Reynolds. Reynolds hit the floor and the sound of two pulse rifles set all the way up rang out in the corridor. Jackson sensed his feet and lefts wiping out from underneath him, then his face hit the floor. Trying to get up, he realized he couldn't move his legs. Nose smashed and blood running out of his mouth, he looked at his captors with murder in his eyes.

"G*** you. I,ll kill you. I,ll kill you. "He screamed.

And began to crawl towards the door. Reynolds who had regained his feet and was standing by the door with the coverall Suddenly was pulled back. Jackson vision immediately filled with the sight of two pairs of boots. Looking up, his gaze was met by the clear blue eyes of Commander Taylor and the serious brown of Sheriff Shannon. There was no amusement or compassion in either Taylor or Shannon's face. Taylor simply reached down grabbed Jackson by the throat and slammed him into the wall. That was the only thing holding him up since his legs were stunned.

"You seem to have a small problem here son and it needs to be rectified now. Since you will not coƶperate, and since it has obviously been witnessed that you were beating your daughter, were going to do this my way. If you so much as disrespect me, the Sheriff or any of my troops, were going to educate you on the use of courtesy, and if it continues we,ll just ramp it up. Right now, you have no rights. Right now, you have no call to make any demands. Right now, you will clean up your act or things are going to be getting very interesting. Since you seem to be dense I may repeat it until you do."

All the time Taylor was speaking, he was slowly compressing Jackson's throat, when he finished speaking. He smacked Jackson with a left hook that shattered his jaw. Everyone in the hallway heard the pop and snap of Jackson face getting rearranged. Taylor smacked him again. And as Jackson sank down to the floor. Taylor got in his face and said.

"So now you feel so big and proud to beat your only child? Hows it feel with the shoe on the other foot? HUH? "

Swinging his right hand, he belted Jackson across the face again.

"You are going to do what your told. And you are going to mind. Otherwise. I dont mind. I just got done reading your daughters list of injuries. Looks like this has been going on for a long time, so you tell me why I shouldnt just banish you out the gate? Now, Reynolds is going to give you that coverall, and your going to put it on, and if you dont comply with orders from now on, all your going to know is pain. Lots of pain."

Standing up Taylor looked at Shannon. "Stay on him and keep me apprised. I,ll head over to the infirmary and get Dr Gonzales's to treat him. And no restrictions. Any attitude will be dealt with at yours and Reynolds Discretion."

"Yes sir." Reynolds and Shannon said in unison as Taylor left the cell.

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A/N: Alright. I officially need help. I am so stuck, writers block or whatever you want to call it. This chapter is so hard. Or should I leave that out completely? I've thought on how to write on, but don't know. Trying to get into the abusers point of view is hard. I also tried to figure out how to report on Jasmine's history, but I just really don't know how to do it. I also want to mix Dirk into the recovery but no clue on how. Please help!?

A/N2: A big thank you to Einzel, who helped me out with this chapter. I love how he portrayed Taylor and reading it over and over again it is just like Taylor. Thank you, Thank you , Thank you. Also a big thank you to all who stopped by to take the time to read my story. 664 views is awesome and I never thought someone would read it. So please keep reading and stay tuned for more chapters.