That was definitely the worst headache that I ever had. I didn't remember being in a hospital, or fighting with Jason over the car. I didn't remember Asuka wrecking my precious car, and I didn't remember the ride home from the hospital…hmm, home…

Sonny looked down at me. "Caspian, what in the world were you thinking?!" he yelled at me.

That only made my headache even worse. "Sonny, please, my head…it hurts."

He glared at me. "You just ran into her office? You just pounded down the door and attacked her?!"

"She attacked me." I murmured.

He sighed heavily. "Are you all brawn and no brain? What were you thinking?!"

"Sonny, come on…" I groaned. "We went over this, I was mad. I always act on my emotions, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing more you can think of to say?"

I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else."

He nodded slowly. "Figures." He turned away, scratching his chin. "And look what it got you, not thinking I mean. A busted open head, slashed hands, and a good crushed lung."

"I…" I took a deep breath and felt the sharp pain of having only one lung to count on. I didn't try to say anything else; it wouldn't have worked.

"Sonny, go easy on her." Carly said from the doorway in a soft tone.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I only let them go because I knew Sonny wouldn't turn to look at me again.

"I guess you didn't go to school long enough, did you?" I didn't respond. "Well, you're going back." I didn't argue. "Starting next month." I didn't complain or fight. "And this Radical gang thing, I don't think it's such a good idea…"

That stung. The Radicals were my life. But if I talked, he'd turn and see me crying…and I knew that with my past two families that if you cried, you got hit. You get a huge whopping for fighting.

"But…" I whispered.

I knew Carly wouldn't complain against that. Neither would Jason, or A.J. Sonny wouldn't change his mind.

"Even if you kick me out," I whispered, my voice cracking quite clearly. "I'll still leave…I'll still go to HQ and fight with my friends. You can't lock me up." The hot tears went down my cheeks faster and moistened the pillow that my head was laying on in the front room.

Sonny turned to face me, but he only did because he knew I was crying.

I winced and put my fists up to protect my face. "Don't hit me…" I whispered over and over again as my body shook. "I…I didn't mean…"

Carly frowned from the doorway. They knew I had a hard life before I came to them. They knew I was beaten.

Sonny sighed. "Caspian, put your hands down. I'm not going to hit you."

I looked between my fists and slowly lowered them. I wiped my cheeks and turned my eyes away from him.

He sighed and folded his arms. "Caspian…"

I didn't respond. I was still venting from it all, and I wasn't at all in the mood to be comforted.

He sat down on the table next to the couch I was on, and he put his hand on my arm.

My eyes darted to look at him. They were still watering, and had lost the spark of the nights before fight. "Sonny, don't try to make it up to me. I deserve whatever I get. I've learned that in my life."

He gently smiled. "Caspian, why did you suddenly stop calling me," he paused. "Dad? I thought you liked it."

I looked at him. "No. For a while…then memories flooded back to me. If I call you dad, I'll picture you hitting me when you want to hug, I'll see you trying to hit me with a frying pan if you want to cook me something. I'll see you battering and beating me if I cry, or want to be loved, or if I just want to tell you something. No Sonny, I don't want to see you like that. Just, think that when I call you Sonny, that I'm saying dad. I can't do that…I'm sorry. It'll only make me more distant."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I understand. How's your head doing?"

I shifted on the couch. "It hurts, a lot. But that's what I get for being ignorant. I learn from my mistakes, as you have seen."

Carly slowly walked into the room. "What about your mom? Can you still call me mom?"

"Mom…" I whispered, and my eyes searched. "I didn't have a mom…" tears poured down my cheeks. "Yeah, I can call you mom…" I whispered, smiling. "I'd like to have a mom…"

She didn't look disappointed as Sonny did, but she didn't look overjoyed, either. She took her place on the small table next to Sonny.

"I…" I paused and looked at them both. "I'm sorry I can't be the daughter you've wanted, but I can still try." I whispered. I wiped the side of my mouth as it started to bleed, and licked the blood from my finger. "I can't promise anything, though…I'm sorry."

They both smiled.

"Don't worry about trying to be perfect, Cass." Carly said, and brushed my hair back. "Just be yourself, we love you for who you are."

I looked at Sonny. "Dad?"

He smiled. "Yeah." He brushed back my bangs like mom had, but this time I winced and pulled my head away. He blinked slowly, and took his hand back.

I hated to hurt him, I really did. But my mind didn't heal that easily, or that fast. I had scars to prove it. So many scars…

I shivered and pulled the blanket over my head. "Sonny, I'm sorry…I, I can't…"

I heard a shuffle, and I knew he was walking away.

That night, I slept out on the couch. Sonny had had Jason come over just for that night, and he was sitting on Sonny's brown leather chair, watching me.

I looked at him, and was sorry that I had pushed him away from me. But that name, that freakin' name…I couldn't deal with it. My brother was named Jason…my brother…

Tears poured down my cheeks and I hugged the blanket closer to me. I loved my brother so much, he was so important to me. But he was taken away, like some of the others. Life was just too damn confusing for me.

Jason looked at me with bright eyes, and he shifted in his seat as I started to drift off.

I tossed and turned on the couch, and my head only hurt all the more. Dad, come on, put it down…dad, come on…DAD! I ran from the man, ran onto the streets where I was battered and bruised by the local gang…by the Mafia controlled by Sonny Corinthos. Fresh cuts bled and wouldn't stop. I went home at night, and he was there, waiting for me…I took a terrible beating, screaming and trying to fight back. But he kept on beating me.

"DAD! Stop it, dad! What did I do!?" I screamed. "Jason…" my brother was there. "Jason, run! Get away! JASON!" my dad didn't take too kindly to my brother trying to comfort me. I felt like a ton of bricks was dropped on my head. "FATHER! STOP IT! Let me go! Damn it, bastard…let go of me!" I screamed and tossed.

Then I was shaken…and I woke up in a heavy sweat.

"No…Jason…Jason don't die!" I screamed, jolting up, panting heavily. I blinked through sweat heavy lashes and looked around. Jason was by my side, his hands clamped on my arms as he slowly stopped shaking me. Sonny was at the end of the couch, his hands in his pockets, a cool look on his face. Carly was standing beside him, biting her lip.

I took a deep breath. "Jason…" I whispered. "No…" I swallowed and wiped my forehead.

"Caspian, it's ok!" Jason said, shaking me again. "It was just a nightmare. You'll all right, your fine. Caspian, come on…" he shook me again, and his eyes finally met mine.

My red pupils shook violently and I swallowed a hard lump in my throat. I took a deep breath and looked at Sonny, then to Carly. My eyes then lowered and I turned to Jason.

He slowly let go of my arms and stayed down on his knees. "Are you ok?"

Why do they always ask that?

All I wanted was comfort…I wanted someone, anyone beside me so I wouldn't feel so alone… I wanted someone to hold me and tell me that everything would be ok. That, that my dad didn't beat me…

"Did…did he hate me?" I asked quietly.

Jason blinked and looked up at Sonny.

"Or…or maybe he just didn't want a daughter. Maybe he was drunk…why did he have to do it…"

Jason put his hand on my shoulder.

I pulled my legs to my chest and tears poured down my cheeks faster. "First Jason…then me…God I hate him." I whispered, and shoved my head down so no one could see it.

"Caspian, what happened?" Jason asked.

"No." I whispered, and turned to look at him. I couldn't possibly tell him, could I? I swallowed. "He's dead…and I'm next…" I whispered. Unexpectedly to everyone including myself, I threw my arms around Jason and slumped out of the couch so I was kneeling in front of him. I dug my head into his shoulder and continued to cry. "I…I didn't mean for it to happen…really…"

Jason put his chin on my shoulder and held me close. "Hey, it's ok Cass. You're all right, nothing's going to happen."

Sonny didn't look to happy, and slipped back to his room.

Carly looked after him and frowned. She looked back at Jason and smiled. She licked her lips and followed Sonny back to their room.

"Caspian, what happened?" he asked again.

I sobbed on his shoulder and shook my head. "He killed my brother…Jason…"

He blinked and stroked my hair. "Your brother, his name was Jason?"

I nodded.

"Don't tell me that that's why you don't like me being around?"

"You remind me so much of him." I whispered. "Not just your name, but, you kinda look like him…and, you can lose your temper so quickly, just like him." I laughed quietly.

"You didn't like your brother then? Is that why you push away?"

"I have a story for pushing everyone away," I whispered. "But that's no excuse to actually do it…"

He took a deep breath and continued running his hand through my hair. "So I've noticed."

"I'm sorry Jason, I really am…but my brother meant so much to me, and he was just taken away…it's not fair." I whispered, and hugged him tighter, not wanting to let him go.

"Your dad, I'm guessing?" he asked.

I nodded. "I really want Sonny to know that I love him, that there couldn't be a better dad for me, but memories of two other fathers…my brain just doesn't like the word 'dad', or 'father'."

"Did you have any sisters?"

I snickered. "No, no sister…only tons of brothers."

He smiled and gently kissed my cheek. "Think you can get back to sleep?"

"I…I might be able too."

He slowly let go of me, and I saw the normal expression that was always on his face.

I pulled myself back onto the couch and laid down, setting my head on the soft pillow. "Thanks, Jason."

He nodded and sat down on the other end of the couch.

I snuggled into the pillow and soon went back to sleep.

When I woke up, the house was pitch quiet. Jason was no longer at the foot of the couch, but I did find a small note where he had been sitting.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I sat up and took the letter in my cut hand. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, opened the letter, and started reading.

Caspian –

Sonny and I had to leave on early business, and Carly went to work. I left something for you in your room, if you feel up to go getting it. If you need anything, you can reach me on my cell, or you can call Sonny on his. Don't go getting into any fights while we're gone, ok? I'll see you around seven,

Love, Jason M.

I smiled at the letter and shoved it into my pocket. I slowly stood up and went to my room. I peered in, and on my bed sat a small suitcase. I blinked slowly and went over to it. I sat down on the bed and opened the suitcase. There sat a small laptop computer, like the one I used to own, except that when I opened it, engraved on the computer were the words 'Caspian – We will love you forever. Jason'

I blushed and my fingers slowly brushed over the gold engraving. "Jason…" I whispered. I slowly shut the laptop and looked back into the suitcase. There was still more. From Sonny was one of those hands free cell phones that you put around your ear and the speaker goes in front of your mouth on a small rod. And from Carly was a rad new outfit.

I pulled out the tight black spandex short and changed into them. They were just above my knees, and then I pulled on the black tank top that was also in the case. I snapped on my spike choker and put on black tennis shoes. Over my tank top I pulled on my black leather jacket and smiled. Now I was a true Radical. Well, I had to do something with my hair and get a tattoo…but that was a little further along.

I laughed to myself as I twirled in a circle and looked into a tall mirror in my room.

Suddenly, just as I started on my third turn, someone rapped on the door.

I sighed and slowly went to the door. "Who is it?" I asked, leaning on the wall by the door.

"Caspian, it's Zander."

My eyes bugged out. Zander? What the hell is he doing here?! "What do you want?"

"I want to talk. Come on Cass, let me in."

"Forget it, Zander." I said, and peered through the eyehole.

He didn't look too happy at my reply.

"Get lost!" I yelled.

His eyes narrowed and he kicked the door extremely hard, which made it smash open.

I leapt away from the door and landed hard on my right side. "Zander! Don't you listen to anything I tell you?!"

He glared down at me. "If you're a Radical, how come Asuka smashed your head open, huh?"

"She's a boss, she has to be good to be one. I'm only an assassin, Zander." I snapped. "I'm not perfect."

"Well obviously." He snarled, stepping into the room.

"Hajimashite!" I yelled, putting my fists up.

He laughed. "There aren't Radicals around here for miles. Sorry, you're going to have to deal with me yourself, Wraith."

My eyes flared. "I'm not supposed to fight for a while."

"Because Sonny said so? Since when did you take orders from him?"

I snarled. "I decided it on my own, Zander. Get out!"

"Why? You're little bodyguard won't be home till seven, so I don't have to worry about him,"

I eyes jumped to the clock on the wall. It was only three. Sonny would never get home that early. "Zander…what do you want?"

"My payback!"

"What payback?! What did I ever do to you?!"

He brought his fist back and slugged me one good across my face.

I groaned and slid backwards. "Zander…" I snarled. "I thought you were supposed to be my friend…"

"Friend nothing!" he yelled.

My eyes jolted. For being a Radical, I sure was bad at fighting. "You know that if you beat me up, Jason will go looking for you, and kill you more then likely…"

He laughed. "I don't think so…"

"I do!" I yelled, and leapt to my feet. I slugged him, and he slammed into the wall. "Get a Radical mad, and die…" I snarled through my teeth. "So, you still offering that little fight?"

He growled and leapt right back at me.

I was putting my hair up into a long ponytail when the door opened, and two men walked in. "Yeah, what do you want?"

The door had been totaled in my fight with Zander, but the men didn't seem to notice.

"Sonny wants us to bring you to his work."

"Really? Why?" I asked, slipping two strands of my hair out of the ponytail and in front of my ears.

"He said you'd probably give us trouble. Here…" one of the men handed me a piece of paper.

I took it from him and read it. It was Sonny telling me to get over there, but he didn't sound mad…I was hoping he wouldn't find out about my fight with Zander. "Fine. Give me a second." I grabbed a bobby pin and put it in my hair. "All right, let's go."

One of the men went in front of me, and the other behind.

When we got to Sonny's office building, the men led me up to his office. They pointed at a door, then left.

I took a deep breath, ran my hand through my hair, and opened his door. I peered in, and noticed that it was just a secretary's office, and that the door on the other side of the room must have been leading to Sonny's actual office. I started over to the door, but the secretary didn't know me.

"Excuse me, miss. You can't go in there."

"Why?" I asked, turning to look at her, my red eyes glowing.

"Mr. Corinthos is in a meeting. Do you have an appointment?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need an appointment, I'm his daughter." I snapped, and opened the door. But immediately I was sorry. I froze in place and my eyes dimmed.

Sonny was at the head of the long table, sitting in his chair. Jason was at his right side, and standing on Sonny's left was an officer, actually three, two of which were holding Zander.

I chewed on my lip and shook. But I couldn't leave, Sonny had seen me.

"Caspian, come in." he said, sitting up straighter.

I swallowed hard and slowly went over to him. "Yeah, you sent for me?"

Jason looked up at me and frowned deeply.

"The police caught Zander here running from my home…and look, he's beat up." Sonny tapped his fingers on his desk. "And so are you. What happened?"

I bit my lip, but wasn't too conscious of how hard I was chewing it, and it started to bleed. "Uh…just, you know…"

"Zander here says that he came over to see you, and that you attacked him?" Sonny asked.

"Well…" my head started to throb. "I…I mean…"

Zander wasn't too far from me, and spat at me.

I winced when it hit my shirt, and snarled. "You believe him?!" I leapt onto the table and tackled the boy right from the police's grasp. We slammed onto the floor together, but Zander had turned so I landed on the ground, and he landed on me.

He pinned my arms and smashed his knee into my jaw. I screamed, and he slugged me again in the eye.

I tried to get my arm up when he had to let go, but his arm was right back down on mine.

Jason was across the table just after I was, and grabbed Zander's arms, but not after what seemed like he had broken my jaw.

Zander should be a Radical with that kind of fighting. I thought to myself as Jason finally got the boy off. But then I thought back to what the boss had said about being a Radical…you have to control yourself, and not just attack people on the spot. Otherwise, you aren't a very good Radical, because you haven't analyzed the person.

I had analyzed Zander tons of times before, and lost. I wasn't such a good Radical, taking on someone tougher then me.

"Caspian, are you ok?" Jason asked as he fought to keep Zander away from me.

I stretched my jaw to the side, and something cracked. "Oh, ya…" I muttered, not moving my jaw. "Peachy."

Sonny sighed and rubbed his temples. "Caspian, why do you always have to go and get something either torn to shreds or broken in a fight?"

"Hey, he's the one that did it!" I snapped, but received a sharp pain in my jaw.

The police grabbed Zander, and handcuffed him.

"Well then, looks like your under arrest." One of the men laughed at Zander, like he had been waiting all his life for that moment.

I picked myself up since no one else would, and leaned on the table. "Was that all you wanted?" I asked Sonny as I rubbed my jaw.

He glared at me. "Carly won't like this, you know."

I sighed and slumped into a chair. "I know."

He leaned forward. "Do I have to take you everywhere with me or leave you with a bodyguard so you won't break something every time Jason or I leave you alone?"

I blushed and looked down with narrowed eyes. "I'm fine."

He sighed and leaned back. "For the next week you're coming to work with me. Got it?"

I nodded slowly.

"Good." He turned to Jason, who was watching the police take Zander away. "Jason, I want you to keep an eye on Caspian for as long as you can during this week,"

"But dad!" I snapped, jolting forward. 'Sonny' just wouldn't get his attention. "I don't need a babysitter! I'll be fine!"

He glared at me, the glare that I knew I was in deeper then I could fight my way out of. "You will stay in this room with me for the next week, and if I have to leave, Jason will be with you. Got it?"

I grumbled something under my breath as I leaned back and crossed my arms. "Yeah, fine."

He sighed. "I don't like it any more then you do, but you can't just keep going and getting hurt."

"It's not ladylike." Jason muttered.

"Oh, shut up. Stop enjoying this so much and get lost."

He laughed and left, but only because he had other things to do.