A/N: I'm just on a role with this story, so I'm gonna update it again and keep FlairNBoss happy…. Haha

The girls had spent the weekend in the punishment room….

Sasha had been subjected to ice showers all weekend. Bayley had spent the entire weekend being spanked, changed, and then forced to sit and tied to the chair. Becca's arms were finally released from the handcuffs, but their father force fed her six bottles, three times a day, her stomach so swollen and in constant pain it looked as if she was pregnant. Let's see what the girls at school think of you now. Last time you ever call someone fat, he had stated.

Charlotte had been fairly quiet the whole weekend. The once usually protective sister had hardly said anything to any of them, simply accepting the punishments as they came. Her mother, still angry about her test score, had spent the weekend beating her for it; whipping every inch of her, telling her no daughter of hers was going to be that stupid.

When she didn't pass out from the pain, she lied in the corner, refusing to even look at her sisters.

"Hey, Char," whispered Becky, crawling over to her sister on Sunday night. Charlotte said nothing, continuing to stare at the wall.

Becky reached out, ignoring her own pain as she gently touched her sister's hair, stroking it gently. "Hey, sis, can you look at me?" asked Becky, Charlotte shaking her head.

Becky leaned down, offering her a gentle kiss on the shoulder. "I know it hurts, Char. I know," muttered Becky, continuing to just sit with her sister, stroking her hair. "Just close your eyes, Char. Tomorrow we'll all be back at school and hopefully we can just forget about this weekend," whispered Becky, Charlotte moaning at the thought of having to go back to school.

Bayley had struggled to leave Sasha's side when she dropped her off at her classroom on Monday. After the weekend they had been through, she didn't want to be away from any of her sister's.

"Come on Bayley, you gotta go to school," muttered Sasha, in no mood to deal with her sister. Bayley had screamed the entire morning when Stephanie had told her she had to wear a diaper to school, earning the young child another set of spankings this morning.

"Bayley, come on, come tell me about your weekend," offered Mr. Alexander, both girls sharing a look. Sasha pried Bayley off her leg, her teacher gently holding the now screaming child as Sasha bolted off, heading for her own classroom.

"Bayley, can you come draw a picture for me?" asked Mr. Alexander, Bayley shaking her head as she cried out for Sasha.

"Hey, how about you come tell me about what you and Sasha did this weekend?" asked her teacher, Bayley again crying.

"I can't!" she wailed, running into the classroom and hiding in one of the corners of the room. Justin Alexander sighed. This was a usual scene for him every morning with Bayley. Today, however, seemed to be particularly rough for the young girl….

And he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

He had spent the entire weekend thinking about her and her personality and her behavior. He knew siblings to be close, but to still be screaming out for them when they dropped them off, especially this far into the school year, just didn't settle right with Justin. He wanted more. He needed more information.

Something just wasn't settling with him.

He knelt down next to Bayley, the young girl continuing to push herself further away from him.

"Bayley, can you talk to me? Can you tell me why you're so upset?" he asked, keeping his voice quiet and calm. Bayley shook her head, tears still streaming down her face.

"You know sometimes it helps to tell someone when you're sad," said Justin, reaching out to touch her hair, frowning when she flinched away.

"I can't tell you," she whispered, wiping at her eyes.

"How come?" he asked, curious as to what was going on with this girl.

"Because. My sisters told me I can't tell anybody. They said nobody would ever believe me," she said and Justin nodded, sighing.

"Well," he began. "You can always tell me. And I promise whatever you tell me, I'll believe you," he said, Bayley eyeing him curiously now.

She wondered what would happen if she told him the truth. She wondered if he would believe her. She wondered if he would even care. Maybe he would think she should be punished. Maybe he would tell her mom that she told. She didn't want that. She definitely did not want that.

"Bayley?"

"I still can't," she muttered, drawing her knees up to her chest. "I want Sasha," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes once more.

"Bayley, I want you to come with me," said Justin, offering her his hand. "We're gonna go take a walk to the office," he said, holding out his hand once more as he stood up. If he couldn't get Bayley to talk to him, he was going to see if the school counselor could get her to talk to her.