Authors' Note: alright its only going to get more depressing guys, warning i guess this is lol, in this chapter you will get a hint at what Jack did at the camp, well...a little hint...lol, let your imaginations run on that hint, its somewhat obvious, i kind of go right out and say it, well, to an extent, youll learn more over the chapters what all happened...

Bobdabuilder0804: yea it only gets more depressing, thanks for the originality hands down part lol

goinDowney: thanks, but sorry its staying the POV style, you voiced your opinion a little late, lol, sorry mate, already got 3 chapters done in POV, not going back and re-doing them all, so live with it lol

Mav32: yes I did, and thanks

Chapter 3: Home

Kims' POV

I hadnt realized how weak my father was until he was trying to close the car door by himself. I wonder partly how he is still on his feet walking. How long had he been like this? There was so many questions i wanted to ask him, and in time i propably will get the chance too, but now I dont think I would an answer, I propably would only push him farther away.

In the car, I was trying to be nice and helpful, by helping him put on his seatbelt. He flipped out on me, not verbally, but physically, he didnt hurt me, but he was struggling, fighting to keep the seatbelt from going on him, finally I had calmed him down and was able to put it on him. I turned back into my seat, he was frightened i could tell that. I think he thought i was strapping him down to do something harmful to him, a trap maybe.

The ride home was pure silence, I glanced back from time to time, to see him just gazing out from his window. I think he was truely fanasinated, like when a kid goes on a ride to somewhere they had never been before.

Once we got home, I opened the door for my dad, too find him trying to figure out how to unfacen his seatbelt, but was grasping the concept that he had to press the button on the clip to let the strap go, he was just pulling on the strap. I reached over pressing the button, the strap came loose. He pulled himself out of the car, frowning slightly. I think he feels weak that he couldnt do it himself. He rewrapped his arms around his mid-section once he got out of the car, glancing around.

"Welcome home" I say to him. Chase had already made his way into the house. I moved over to Jack and attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, he cowered away at the touch. I sighed.

"Come on" I said gesturing my hand to follow me. He stepped towards me, as I started towards the house. He followed me slowly, I could hear exhaustion in his breathing rate. I knew he had had a long day, so I figure we would have some dinner then he can go sleep.

I open the door to let him go in first, but he stops right infront, as if waiting for me to lead him in. I noticed he hasnt made any eye contact with me since in the conference room. I then walk in, leading him in. He follows me, but then stops once hes inside. He looks around.

"Its not much, but it works" I say to him, our house isnt really that big. It has 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room, thats about it. It is all Chase and I could afford on our wages, one would think someone working at such a well known government building as CTU, would make some good cash. I mean our wages are nice, im content with what we have, but its not like we are rich.

"What do you mean not much?" I heard his voice a second time, Im glad he is talking to me. I think he is amazed at how much stuff we cram into this house.

"Here let me show you your room" I said, not exactly sure on how to answer his question, so I just didnt. I walked down the small hallway and opened the door to the spare room which would become his. I had just enough time to go out and buy him another set of cloths, and some sleep cloths. We can wait until tomorrow to go and get him some more clothing, I figured, then at least he could choose what he wanted. The doctors at the army base they brought him too had given him some cloths they had on hand, it wasnt much, just a t-shirt, and some pants, it would due for now, I guess. I opened the door and led him inside, flipping on the lightswitch as I went in. His eyes scanned the room, He smiled weakly, making eye contact with me for a second time.

"Thank you" He said softly, he seemed to be truely grateful for the room, with just a bed, closet, and a nightstand with a table light on it.

"The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the right" I pointed to the door. He nodded in acknowledgement then walked over to the bed, sitting down. By then I realized he had been crying softly. I walked over to him sitting down next to him.

"Whats wrong?" I ask, please answer, I beg him silently. He realizes I had noticed him and quickly rubbed the tears from his eyes.

"I am so tired..." He said simply. I figured there was more to that, but didnt want to press him further.

"After we eat, you can go to sleep, Okay?" I said, placing my hand on his knee, this time he didnt shudder.

"I dont sleep anymore..." He told me flat out.

"Why not?" I ask the obvious question.

"Sleep only makes me remember what I want to forget" He answers me, taking a deep sigh.

"What do you want to forget?" I ask, propably knowing the answer.

Before He could answer Chase called out that dinner was done. He looked at me, wanting to answer my question, but He didnt, he slipped back into the isolation silently defeated. I sigh heavily standing up and going towards the door, I hear him follow me.

Chases' POV

"Dinners Done!" I shout out as I carry the hotdish that Kim had prepared that morning. I watched as Kim came, followed closely by Jack. I smiled at the both of them, after finishing up setting the table I sat down. Kim and Jack had already sat down and were waiting for me. I looked at Jacks' expression, I think he was astonished by the food, that labor camp he was in must have given him near to no food at all. Kim dished some onto his plate and mine.

I smiled at her and started to eat. Kim always was a good cook, and I always made her know that I thought she was a good cook. After a few bites I glanced up looking at Kim who had also had a few bites but was looking at Jack. He hadnt touched his food, he instead had folded his hands together infront of him closing his eyes and was whispering something in arabic. I think he was praying, I didnt take Jack to be one for religion, but I guess maybe they made him do this before he ate, or he took it up to keep his mind off his harsh reality. Once he finished he had started picking at his food, he was a little defensive over his food.

"No ones going to take your food away" I said, smiling. Jack glanced at me quickly, then continued to eat. That glance was so far the only contact he has made to me today. I continued to eat. Jack had finished eating before me and Kim, he had only eaten a 1/4 of what Kim had given him, and Kim hadnt given him that much. I think she thought he wasnt use to getting alot of food. I took everyone's plate and went to clean up. Kim took Jack back to his room.

Jacks POV

I sat down at the table, next to Kim. Chase had brought out this hotdish. O my god, It looked so good. I mean it definitly tops the dry rotting bread I got at the camp any day. Kim dished some onto the plate infront of me. I then went into my usual custom, before dinner, I always prayed. I had taken up religion in the first year of my containment, it was something that i could escape to, even just for a short while. It was what kept my hope alive longer. I prayed in Arabic, I know it would be my second language, but It had become like a first language to me during my containment. It took me awhile to get back into speaking English, at first I thought i couldnt, but it was like riding a bicycle, as so they say. I began to eat like I usually did, hovering over my plate, glancing from time to time at my surroundings. My fellow inmates at the prison would often try and steal my meal, the first year, I dont think I ate, the last 4 I began to be overly defensive, just so I could eat, It was called survival of the fittest. Never thought Id have to use that term literally but I did what I did to survive. That was the key thing, just to survive, and hope for some means of escape.

"No ones going to take your food away" Chase said, slightly mocking me. I think he was mocking me at least, I send a glance over in his direction then continued to eat. Once I was full, which didnt take much, I pushed my plate away from me slightly, saying none-verbally I was full. I felt bad that I couldnt eat any more though, It didnt look like I had eaten that much. I didnt, but then again I havent had anything to eat in like 2 weeks. They dont feed you when your in the hole, and I thought on several occasions in there that I was going to starve to death. Which wouldnt be that bad, death was a way of escape. I couldnt bring myself to actually going through with killing myself, but I contemplated it. O how I contemplated it, thats one of the main things I thought about, most of the time. But i figured the guards would propably end my misery sooner or later, after so many times of trying to escape, or causing trouble. I had become quite submissive though over the last year, last year was when I truely lost all hope in being rescued, or escaping.

Chase cleaned up the area as Kim led me back into the room she gave me. That room is so luxurious, I dont deserve all of this. She pulled out some cloths, a blue t-shirt and some loose pants, like the ones they gave me at the camp, but these were alot nicer. I havent had new cloths in 5 years, Ive worn the same thing day in and day out. And within the last 24 hours Ive gotten 2 new sets of cloths. I feel guilty for just getting all this with giving nothing in return.

"Do you need any help?" She asks me, I shake my head no. I can change myself, I am not a baby. I havent lost all my knowledge. Actually I kept it all for the most part, because of the work they made me do in the camp. I felt kind of special in that camp, I got to work with a computer. I was supervised of course, but they told me what to do. I didnt agree with it, but I couldnt voice my opinions. I did a few times, I regretted all the times, immensely. I shudder silently to myself, at just remembering the punishments that I endured.

I hadnt noticed Kim had left me alone. I thought she was going to stand by and watch me do this, but she gave me privacy. I havent had privacy in 5 years, it felt nice. Really nice infact. I slowly change into the clothing she gave me, and neatly folded up the other ones. The ones that the other people had given me. I finally got a clean look at myself, I had been caked with dirt and dried blood for so long I hadnt saw the actual damage. I looked terrible, I dont think there was an area on my body that didnt have a scar, or a bruise of some sort. I painfully reminisce on each of the scars as I finish dressing myself.