CJ's POV

Eric had dropped me off with my social worker 5 minutes ago, he said the family I was staying with lived about 15 minutes by car from base, but 45 ish by foot, so it was definitely within walking distance if I needed anything/ or couldn't get a ride to work. He gave me a small flip phone to be used in case of emergencies, it had the entire team's numbers in and it would activate a gps locator if I pressed the yellow button. Even if I was in trouble I probably wouldn't use it, it's not my thing to rely on people. I was left alone with my thoughts for about 5 minutes and was only pulled out by my door opening and my social worker telling me to get out of the car. I grabbed my backpack and gym bag and ran to catch up with him. He knocked on the door and looked at me he sighed,

"Look, don't mess this up ok, it was hard enough too find one family that would deal with your issues I don't think I would be able to find another."

I was about to respond when the door opened to reveal a man in black sweatpants and a grey hoodie and who I'm assuming to be his wife dressed in denim jeans and a plaid shirt. I had a bad feeling about this, but my social worker spoke quickly not giving me a chance to speak,

"Mr Max Travis and Mrs Bella Travis?" They nodded, "Wonderful! This is CJ, call if you have any questions or concerns and I will be back in a month to check on things."

Then he left as quickly as he had arrived, not even sparing me a glance, Asshole. I turned back and was about to introduce myself when Mr Travis threw the cigarette he was holding at my feet and spoke,

"Get inside."

My heart jumped to my throat and I knew that this wasn't going to end well. I walked in and they told me their rules

-I am to be seen and not heard

-I am not to speak unless spoken too

-I am always to be on time for work and school and I am not to wake them in the mornings

-I am to keep the house spotless

-I am to eat one meal a day and that is it

-I am to prepare their breakfast before I leave in the morning

-I am to cook their dinner in the evening

-I am never to complain as they gave me a roof and I don't deserve anything more

-I am to keep my grades in school up when I go back

-I am to adress them as Sir and Ma'am

I nodded after they had explained them, I did not feel like breaking any of these rules as I didn't want to know what the punishments would be, I stood and waited for them to tell me what to do,

"Go to your room." Mrs Travis sneered shoving me in the direction of what could only be described as a closet, and that was generous.

The next day

I woke up to the alarm on my phone balring, and quickly turned it off so I didn't get in trouble. I gor a pair of leggings and a long sleve t-shirt out and tip-toed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and washed off all the blood, I re-wrapped my ribs and changed the dressing on my thigh, then I looked at my wrists and rebandaged them as I had cut again last night. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and prepared them breakfast of pancakes for my 'parents' and snuck out of the house with my backpack slung over my shoulder.

I walked onto base and immediately saw Jason standing looking at his phone by the entrance to the compound, they really were serious about me not being allowed on my own on base. I assumed he was waiting for me so I walked over, once I was about 20 feet away I said.

"Hey Jason."

He looked up and he harshly shoved his phone in his pocket and jogged over, he had concern etched into his face as he cupped my face in his hands and ran his fingers across the bruise on my forehead,

"What the hell happened kid!?"

I shoved his hands off my face and snapped, "It's fine Jason it doesn't hurt."

He didn't look impressed, Of course I had completely forgotten to cover up my face with makeup this morning and this had happened. I started to panic as if I'd said something wrong, maybe it was me calling him Jason, maybe it was because I spoke without being spoken to or maybe it was the fact that I snapped at him. I began to work up all these scenarios in my head I didn't even know I had begun to breath heavily and that my hands had started to shake. He crouched down in front of me and put one hand on my shoulder and let the other guide my hand to his chest,

"Princess, you gotta breathe with me ok? We don't need you to pass out."

I nodded and calmed down after a few minutes.

"Ok?" I gave a quiet 'yeah', he continued, "So back to my previous question, what happened to your face."

I took a deep breath and answered, "It was like this yesterday I just had makeup on to cover it."

He nodded and said "You sure you're ok?"

"Yes. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it." I snapped, sighing exasperated.

He raised his hands in the air in surrender and quickly pulled back, raising his eyebrows in shock,

"Woah, kid, I'm sorry ok, didn't mean to make you upset, I just care about you, that's all."

The last part took me by surprise,

"No don't apologise, it wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have snapped at you." I say the next part quietly, "Why do you care?"

He looked at me in shock and lowered his hands, "What do mean 'why do I care', of course I care, you are part of the team so your family now," he paused and gave me a small smile, "Plus you're pretty badass."

I tilted my head confusedly and he just laughed at my antics and threw his arm round my shoulder, we started walking towards the cages.

Jason's POV

We started walking towards the cages and I couldn't help but think about what she had said, why was it so hard for her to believe that we cared about her? I was brought out of my thoughts by her poking my side, I looked down and smiled,

"What's up Princess."

She pouted at the nickname and I thought she looked adorable. I felt this overwhelming urge to protect her just like I did last night, I must have zoned out because she poked me again,

"What did you mean when you said I was 'pretty badass'?"

She looked like a confused puppy and I chuckled,

"You'll see."

She poked me again and I sighed knowing she wasn't going to let this go,

"Well, you were taught to shoot by the rangers which is pretty cool, you are trained in 17 forms of martial arts, you play Rugby, Football and Hockey, and you are super smart," she looked like she was about to argue so I cut her off, "We're here."

We walked into the cages and everbody was already there, I'm assuming they were waiting for us. Everbody gasped when they saw her face and Trent rushed forward to take a look. But before he could get to her she held out her hands and said,

"I'm fine, it was there yesterday, and it's already healing, I've done worse."

He still looked concerned but he dropped it and backed away towards his cage and asked,

"Did you eat this morning sweetheart?"

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at the floor. I sighed, I may not be as trained in the medical field as Trent but I knew what this could do. But before I could say anything Clay spoke up,

"Kid you've got to eat, you need the energy, not to mention you're severely underweight. I'm sure Jason will take you to the canteen soon but first I think Trent has to test your blood sugar," I looked to Trent, "Am I right?"

He nodded and she groaned and shivered at the thought of a glucose shot, he smiled sympathetically,

"I know kiddo but it'll only hurt for a second ok."

She nodded weakly and I led her to sit down in my cage. I sat behind her and wrapped my arms round her waist whilst Trent crouched down on the floor infront of her. He took her blood sugar and his eyebrows shot up,

"That's dangerously low, combined with her weight and her injuries, she definitely needs a glucose shot."

He went to roll up her sleeve but she shook her head. I looked at her confused and so did he. He spoke,

"I've got to roll up your sleeve to give you the injection sweetie."

I felt her tense in my arms and she violently shook her head, this caught everybody's attention. I felt her breathing quicken and she started to fight against me. I looked to Trent and he spoke,

"CJ can you hear me?"

She didn't say or do anything she just kept thrashing around in my arms, he spoke quickly,

"Clay come grab her legs, Jason take her arms, lay her down and hold her there, she's going to hurt herself."

I picked her up and Clay grabbed her legs, we pinned her down but she was still thrashing around. Trent ran his hand down his and grabbed something from his bag, I recognised it as a sedative,

"Trent, are you sure that's safe."

"It is, we need to get her to calm down, the fighting is draining what energy she has left and at least this will let me look at her injuries and give her the glucose shot without resistance. Plus if she didn't want me to see her arms for the reason I think, she's going to need to be out whilst I look."