| Alex |

"Then what happened?" Carli asks after the girls fill in the rest of the team about Kelley finding my daughter, and her 'parents' hurting her infront of us. I zone out again, not wanting to think about anyone putting hands on my baby girl.

"Lex?" I hear a voice pull me out of my daydreaming, looking up to see Tobin watching me with concern. She's always been there for me when it came to my daughter, when it came to everything really. Something about this is different though, I've never seen her react the way she has when she witnessed what my daughter went though in the parking lot.

My Daughter. I never even had the chance to say her name, the ink barely had time to dry on all the hospital forms before she was taken from me.

I named her Cody Maxwell Morgan...family names. That I never got to use.

"We'll find her, Alex." I hear Tobin promise, I don't disagree knowing I'm closer to her than I have been in over ten years, but I can tell by the look on her face she's saying it to convince herself - not me.

"I know we will, Tobs. I didn't expect this to effect you so badly."

"Me too but...she looks just like you, Lex. She even sounds like you, it's...uncanny." She finishes, sounding so full of love for my daughter that she just met. I can't judge, she's had a longer conversation that I've ever had. I stand up to hug her, knowing she needs it as much as I do, when we're interrupted by Allie.

"Oh, oops. Sorry to interrupt, but Jill wants everyone in the conference room, team meeting."

"Thanks Allie."

"Thanks Harry."

| Cody |

"Shut the fuck up! That's the last time I let you go anywhere!" My father yells at me as his fist connects with my face yet again. It's been like this since we got home three hours ago.

"Did you tell that stupid little friend of yours anything?!"

"N-no. I don't t-tell her anything" I sob out, the pain in my jaw unbearable.

"Sweetie, just leave her to rot in that room of hers. After everything we've done for you, you embarrass us infront of strangers like that." My mom shakes her head. Even after they treat me like shit, I still can't help but feel heartbroken at disappointing my parents. All I ever wanted to do was make them proud, and happy, but everytime I tried I always failed.

"Are you going out tonight?" My dad asks my mom, watching while she nods, putting on her coat before kissing him goodbye and leaving. He turns around with a sadistic smirk on his face, one that makes my blood run cold, sending shivers down my spine. I gulp.

"Well, looks like you're all mine now."

He picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom. Ignoring my pleas, my begging, the kicking and screaming for him to stop. But he doesn't. He never does. He always waits until my mum leaves, not so she doesn't know because she does, he just doesn't want my screaming to disturb her peace.

I sob and cry, praying to God to let this all be over. He doesn't get off of me until hes finished, when he stands up and pull his pants up.

"Quit sobbing, and get the fuck out of here you fucking slut." He grabs my arm, pulling me off the bed out the door and throwing me out to land on the floor. I can't stand yet, so I'm forced to crawl to my bedroom. When I get there, I climb into my bed, curl up into a ball and try my best to fall asleep.

The next day the pain in my face is so bad, it dulls out all the other pain across my body. My parents as usual force me to make their breakfast, get their coffee, but they tell me I'm not going to school for the next few days until the bruises on my face heal. They don't want people asking questions. Instead, I'm forced to clean the house, in entirety.

I must be the only 16 year old to miss going to school.

| Jack |

I'm seriously worried. I mean, sick to my stomach worried. I haven't seen Cody since the day of the game, about five days ago. She's never missed school more than two days in a row and I've never seen her parents as mad as they were on gameday. I don't know why but since then I've had a really bad feeling, about everything. Why she's so skinny, why she always wears long sleeves, even on hot days, even during practice, which is where I am.

"Jack, where's your little friend?" Joanna asks me, I can tell she's trying to start something. When Cody isn't here, she gets bored, she needs her punchbag.

"Sick I guess." I try to brush it off. "Can we get back to practice?"

Before she responds, Coach Eckelson calls us all over.

"Now, ladies. Today is a special day, thanks to a community outreach programme set up with the US Federation, the United States Womens National Team are visiting schools around the state, promoting health and blah blah blah", Okay, he didn't actually say 'blah blah blah', I just stopped listening once I caught sight of some of the National Team making their way over to us, I only stopped staring when I heard the rest of my team start clapping, some fangirling.

After all the players had introduced themselves to us, which they didn't need to, we all know who Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger, Carli Lloyd, Tobin Heath and Alex Morgan are...who doesn't?

I wish Cody was here, she would have loved this right now, I think to myself. Thankfully before I can start to wallow in my thoughts and feelings on my absent best friend, I'm snapped out of it.

"Hey, I remember you!" All eyes turn to me as Tobin Heath yells out, looking weirdly relieved to see me.

"You do?" I ask, genuinely confused about what the heck is happening right now. Am I dreaming? I must be right? I need an inhaler. I'm not asthmatic but I need one.

| Alex |

After Jill called a meeting, she told us we'd be travelling around the State to visit schools, giving their girls' soccer teams pep talks on how to keep their heads up, stay determined. We've been to so many school by now, I'm beginning to lose hope that I'll see my baby again. Until we get to this particular school, when Tobin starts to freak out.

"Hey, I remember you!" She yells, and everyone turns to look at a petrified young teenager with long blonde hair and green eyes.

"You do?" She asks, like a scared little puppy.

"I do, you were with that other girl who wore my jersey."

"Yeah, Cody." My breath hitched as my heart started beating erratically. "But she's not here today."

"Where is she?" Tobin gets straight to the point, receiving confused looks from the teenagers that seem to hang on her every word.

"Uh...She's sick. Yeah, vomiting, spewing, horrible. Excuse me." The girl, whose name we still don't know, quickly evacuates, and I get an awful feeling in my gut because the teen was clearly lying.

I walk after her, leaving my teammates to entertain the rest of the teenage population, and I find my daughters friend playing keepy-up off to the side of the field.

"Hey." I say gently as I approach her from behind, but not gently enough as she jumps out of her skin and launches the ball away.

"Codes-Oh. Sorry, I thought you were Cody. You both sound alike." She chuckles softly, while looking for another ball.

"What's your name?" I ask, deciding to take the more subtle approach, compared to Tobin's blunt route.

"Im Jackie, but people call me Jack." At the mention of my daughter, Jack looks down at her cleats.

"Are you okay sweetie?" I ask, making her look up at me, possibly to see if I'm genuinely interested, which I am. Then she sighs.

"I'm fine, Alex. Just worried about Cody." Now I'm more worried than before, but I try to keep my cool.

"Worried about what?"

"It's just...I've never seen her parents yell at her the way they did after the game." She begins to explain, can't lie - hearing her call those animals Cody's 'parents' hurts. "It's not only that...I haven't seen her since the day of the game."

Now that catches my attention, and it shows on my face because Jack looks confused.

"But that was almost a week ago."

"I know, and she's never missed this many days of school at the one time. I don't know why...I just have a really bad feeling. Anyway," She stands up, "I'm probably being ridiculous. Thanks for listening anyway, Alex." She gets up and walks away.

I need to find my daughter.