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Authors note: This chapter is short because it's been such a long time since I updated due to things going on in my life. Sorry for not updating sooner. I wanted to make sure you guys didn't lose interest in reading this so I need a lot of reviews to let me know wither I should continue writing or not.

Hell or something like it

Chapter Ten: The Fight Begins

Kenna had lost feeling in her hands a while ago. She wasn't sure how long it had been minutes seemed like hours, hours seemed like years to her. Nothing was ever going to be alright but yet she didn't feel anything. No sadness, or anger, or even pain. Everything was numb including her heart and mind. They were both telling her she should be feeling all those things and so much more but none of it was getting through. Her body and head ached with every movement but not even that seemed to bother her. She'd been through so much she detached her self from everyone and everything around her anything that could possibly cause her any more pain didn't effect her anymore. She was numb...

They pulled up in front of a large brick building. It was at least three maybe four stories tall. She saw him standing by his car smiling like he won a million dollar prize. To everyone around he would look like the concerned step father that tried to save her from an unstable mother but she knew the truth. She lived through it all but something told her she wasn't going to be living for too much longer. She knew he wouldn't kill her but he would make her as miserable as possible until she killed herself. She had the advantage over him at least just this once. She didn't feel anything and there was nothing him or anyone else could do that would change that. It always pissed him off that she was the one person he couldn't control. She always fought back, against his rules, against his drunken fits, against his punishments. Everything he did she fought no matter how big or small it was and it pissed him off. This was payback, for everything she had done from the day she was born until the day they left.

The social worker pulled up directly behind them, smiling just like him. She didn't enjoy helping children she enjoyed doing the worst thing possible to them by ripping them away from the one chance they had at a decent and happy life. This was her punishment for living, for not dieing with her mother when she should have. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. If she couldn't live with the one person who wanted her because in some form he cared about her then she wouldn't be living with anyone else for too long. The cop in the front seat opened his door and got out of the car. He shut his door only to open hers two seconds later. She put both legs out and slowly stood up out of the car. She took a couple steps to the side so the cop was able to shut the door. The cop unhooked the hand cuffs but made sure he had a tight grip on her arm.

She rubbed her wrist to try to get the feeling back to them. They finally began getting the color back to them but her wrist stayed a violet purple. They were bruised from the hand cuffs. Her hand was still wrapped up in gauze from the incident in the hospital and she was still wearing her hoody to cover the cut on her arm. She looked over at the cop; it was the one she scratched. His name tag said T. Anderson in black bold letters.

"I'm sorry I hurt you officer Anderson…tell the other officer I said I'm sorry for hurting him too…Nothing personal, you were trying to take me away from my dad you know…" Her words sounded sympathetic until the ending then they were cold and emotionless.

Anderson nodded and walked her over to the social worker. Michael Tritter walked over from his car and looked down at Kenna he looked relieved to see her but Kenna could see the coldness in his eyes. He may have been able to fool the social worker but she was smart enough to see through his lies. He put his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off and glared at him. She glared at the social worker before walking over to Michael's car and getting in the back seat. There was no way in hell she was getting in the front with him. Michael looked back at the social worker and faintly smiled.

"Her mother turned her against me along time ago; hopefully I can prove to her I'm not the guy she thinks I am…When can I take her home? I would like to get her away from this poison as soon as possible."

"I can have all the paper work written up in three days. Two if I rush it." She said with a happy smile.

"Call me when you do." Michael said handing her his card.

He smiled at her then headed towards the car. He seemed more confident then usual then again it wasn't everyday he was able to own another human being. He got in the car and slammed his car door shut. He smirked at Kenna in the rearview mirror before he started the car and began to drive. She wanted to jump out of the back but knew it would only be a matter of time before someone found her. The only way she would be sure she would never have to go back to him is if one of them were dead.

House stared up at the pale grey ceiling on the holding cell in the police station. His chest felt like it was going to cave in on it's self, his back felt like he was laying on a bed of nails, and his leg felt like someone had beat it with a hammer for the last hour. But the worst pain of all wasn't physical it was emotional. They took Kenna away from him and there was nothing he could do. She fought them with every once of strength she had in her and all he could do was punch one of the cops. He failed her just like he failed Stacey a long time ago. He let her leave because he didn't want to admit he needed her and now he couldn't even keep his daughter from getting taken away from him. He heard the metal door slam from down the hall. He could hear the loud thuds from the guard coming down the hall and the light foot steps of someone else.

He sat up knowing it was Cuddy, he called her knowing that Wilson was probably not the best choice considering the fight they had last night. It took the whole fifteen minutes just to explain to her why he was in jail. He left out the part that Kenna was his daughter the less he talked about her the better off he was emotionally. He was shocked it was Wilson standing on the other side of the bars instead of Cuddy.

"You hit…a cop?" Wilson asked like he hoped it was a lie but the look on his face showed that he knew it wasn't.

"Yeah…" House said slowly standing up.

House slowly walked over to the bars and grabbed on to keep his self from hitting the floor the cops that arrested him didn't bother to grab his cane so he had to go without it. At least until he got home. House let go of the bars just long enough for the guard to open the door. Wilson walked in and put his arm around him to help support some of his weight. House looked over at him and narrowed his eyes. He figured Wilson would push him down or yell at him after the fight they had but he was acting like nothing happened. House slowly put his arm around Wilson's shoulders and they both walked out into the hall. They walked out towards the front gate being led by the guard.

"So why did you hit him?" Wilson asked low enough so that only House could hear.

"They took my daughter…" House said simply wincing through the pain.

"Your daughter?" Wilson asked surprised. "So I guess this means you want her back."

"No I just hit the cop because I thought it would make me look cool." House said sarcastically. "Of course I want her back!"

Wilson smiled and looked down towards the end of the hall. "Need help?"

House smiled and nodded. "How fast do you think we can move all my stuff?"

Wilson smiled but didn't answer his question. He was too busy thinking about everything that had happened in the last few days and how even though House would never admit it he changed.