It was a comforting meal, but as drawn out as everyone made it, Sara knew she would have to leave soon enough. So, once it got dark, almost 9:30 at night, she put her jacket on and smiled at John and Mrs. Bender saying good-night before leaving their house, leftovers concealed in Tupperware in her backpack.

Karen hated being able to do nothing right now other than sending Sara home with some food. She had taken an interest in the girl not wanting anyone else to go through abuse like she had with her ex-husband. Before her and her son went to bed she told him, "When you get to school Monday, you check on her. Let me know if she's okay."

"Can't we call someone?"

"I'll do what I can Monday morning. Just go to bed." Entering her room and shutting the door, Karen prayed that Sara would survive until then.

Monday 8:25 am…

Second period and Sara slowly walked into math class. Her back was killing her, as was her left arm. She was sure it was broken. At the very least badly bruised and sprained. Frank had been pissed that she had not come straight home after detention. Plus the good food she had hidden in her bag was gone once he found it. He flushed some of it. The rest he threw in the garbage, covering it with dog feces so she wouldn't try to dig it out. She had went in the trash once for leftovers, but never again. This beating felt like he had killed her. He had come close with the pain she felt.

Sitting down, she was wishing he would have.

As she left math class, John Bender saw her, along with Allison and Brian. They came towards her, but she moved away quickly. She couldn't risk another beating from Frank, he would kill her for sure. She had to get out of here. She didn't think she could survive the school day.

But then the school would call him if she got caught ditching. So, she resigned herself to continuing the day. As she was about to head into Biology, Principle Vernon stopped her. "Sara Thompson, my office now!"

Slowly trudging to the rat's cage, as she entered the look on her face became that of a deer in headlights. In the room before her awaited something that could be deemed worse than Frank; a cop and her social worker. This meant someone had called Child Welfare and now they were investigating. Mrs. Bender must have called someone. She was the only one who knew.

'No' she thought. 'I have to leave. I have to run.' She started to panic. Then the door to the office closed and her opportunity to run vanished. Her panic level rising, she was so scared; eyes focused on the closed door, she didn't even notice her worker approach her. When the woman touched her arm to get her attention, Sara flinched in pain, letting out a small cry and cradled her arm closer to her body, tears escaping from her eyes.

Meanwhile outside the office…

Bender and Allison were standing near the entrance to the principal's office. This period being a study hall for both of them, while as Brian had Biology. Bender and Allison had gone to study hall for barely a moment before simultaneously getting hall passes. Now standing near the entrance, Bender tensed when he heard a small cry coming from the rat cage.

A murderous look came over his face. This look was one nobody had seen in quite a while. Allison saw John's face and put her hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Hey John chill," she told him.

Bender was clenching his fists, using every fiber of willpower in his body to not let himself punch the wall or a locker.

Back inside Vernon's office…

"Sara, if you're injured I need to see." The social worker said.

Trembling and fighting back tears, Sara said, "Why? So you can place me someplace worse?"

Taking note of the girl's body language and words, the worker asked once again, "Sara let me see." She helped the girl roll her shirt sleeve up. Her eyes widened at the bruising on the arm. "Sara where else are you hurt?"

Sara took off her long sleeve, showing her tank top underneath it. The fresh scars and the heavy bruising was clear. "Who did this?" the social worker asked.

Taking a deep breath, Sara replied in a shaky breath, "Frank."

The worker knew Sara would have to be placed elsewhere. The problem was where to place her. No other foster homes in the area had room. An emergency placement was her only option. Now normally she didn't do this, but there was no other alternative. "Is there someone you would be willing to stay with?"

Sara didn't know a lot of people but there was one person she trusted. "Mrs. Bender."

"Who's Mrs. Bender?" The worker asked Vernon.

"John Bender's mother. She's a good woman." Richard Vernon told the worker. As much as he still despised the smart ass boy, the woman was a good parent.

"Can you call her in?" the worker asked.

End of school day…

While John Bender and the rest of The Breakfast Club were in classes, Karen Bender became a parent. Social Services signed custody of Sara Thompson over to Karen, while the police arrested Frank Hennings on charges of child abuse and child endangerment. When Johnathon came home that evening, Karen said to her son, "Go upstairs and see what your sister wants for dinner."

'My sister?' John was confused until he went upstairs to the guest room. Knocking on the door, he heard someone say, "It's open."

He thought the voice sounded familiar and when he opened it, he knew why. Seeing Sara, a rare smile broke out on his face. Karen had sneakily followed her son upstairs and seeing his reaction brought out a smile of her own. She had made the right choice in taking Sara in.

A/N: Sorry it's a cheesy ending to this chapter. Also sorry if it's a bit rushed. But it's not over yet…one more to go…