I was abused when I was an orphan.

For some reason, I always got the foster parents who were drinking and drug addicts.

The social workers thought they were good people now and needed a good start but they were wrong. After a week their mask fell off their faces and I started seeing their true self.

They just wanted me to work so I could buy them drinks and drugs from legal and illegal stores.

Sometimes I was even kicked out of the house and was left to live in streets because Jake's foster parents never let me in. They always shunned me and I didn't have enough money to stay in a hotel so most of my high school life I lived in my ratty old car or at the gym a couple of streets away. The owner was a close friend of Grandpa so he let me crash in sometimes.

Then the physical abusing started.

One night my foster dad and mom went to a bar but when they came back they got in a car accident. My foster dad survived but his wife didn't. After she died he started getting nice and stopped drinking. He was acting like he cared for me but right after the funeral everything changed. He got drunk again. He threw his glass bottle at me and that's when he started hitting me. He would always say that I killed her and hit me multiple times.

I got used to the nasty words and hitting but one night I got fed up and ran out of the house. I had blood all over my arm and bruises on my face. I knew for a fact Jake's' foster parents wouldn't let me in so I didn't even try that night. My only option was the gym and I came in right when he was closing up. He fixed me up and the next day on he taught me how to fight not just physically but emotionally.

He made me strong and brave. He made me realize that I am who I am and all the scars are me. Instead of waking up depressed looking at my scars he made me realize I should wake up happy looking at my scars, because I survived all that; that I am a survivor of depression and abuse.

The scars and pain made me who I am but what if I didn't have to deal with all of that?

What if I was never an orphan and I always was with my brother?

What if I didn't have depression or get abused?

Then I wouldn't be so broken or so lost since I was a child. I wouldn't have to deal with death and the ultimate sadness at a young age. But my father robbed me of the happiness and love.

He could have came back and took me in. Instead of being a loving father he let his daughter and son believe he was dead.

I didn't feel love for that man anymore. I hate him with every ounce of my body and I wish that I never bumped into him at the party.

He was alive and not once did he came to see if Jake and I were okay.

He's not my father. My father died 11 years ago in a car accident.

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I woke up with a pounding headache.

"Shit," I groaned clutching my head.

I shouldn't have drank so much last night but that was the only way I could fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes his face kept popping up in my head.

Slowly I walk over to the first aid kit and pull out some Tylenol. I gulp some down and I get dressed to go down to the lobby. I was too damn tired to make food.

Putting on jeans, a black v-neck, and converse I walked out of my room but on the way, I picked up my mom's necklace. As I was walking towards my door I noticed a paper on the floor.

Thea,

I know you don't want to be disturbed but we all went out and won't be back till the afternoon. Hope you feel better and stay safe. Also be on the look out of anyone suspicious.

-Caleb

Wanting to be alone after the encounter I ran out of the party and locked myself in my hotel room. Knowing they have the key I jammed the lock to where you couldn't get in from the outside. I let out a deep breath and continued my way to the lobby to get some lunch since it was already twelve.

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A cheese sandwich and soup were sitting on my table as I watched the T.V. in the cafe.

"The case of Thea Woods seems to be taking a new turn now since the police has evidence that she is dead. Thea Woods is said to have been in a Russian gang and not so long ago the said Russian gang's hideout was blown up. We do not know any more details but it's safe to say that she will not be a threat to us any longer."

Now I will always be ashamed to say what my profession is.

I mean come on! That was straight up bullshit!

Shaking my head I started eating my food and once I was finished I got up to leave. As I was walking out of the cafe I had this feeling of being watched. I turn around and look around but don't see anyone. Getting crept out I start walking again, and again I got the feeling but I don't look back. I passed by a small store with a window and I looked at the window to see a reflection of me and a few guys walking behind me.

Got ya.

Acting like I saw nothing I kept walking but this time I tried my best to blend in with the crowd of people.

Finally getting to my hotel room I shut the door behind me. I didn't have a phone to warn the boys so I grab a jacket and put the next clue in my pocket. As soon as I got out of my room the main door busted open. Four men filed in wearing black and I stood there not knowing what to do.

"Thea Cahill you need to come with us," said one of the guys.

It felt weird hearing someone else other than Asher call me by my mother's last name. Also, these aren't Walker's men because they always referred to me as Woods.

That only leaves me with Black unless my brother has more than one Russian loan sharks he has upset.

"Let me think about it........................ yeah I think I will pass."

They started walking towards me but I grabbed the lamp next to me and I threw it at the man. It missed him and he tackled me down. He tied my hands behind my back and pulled me up but I twisted my hand out from his hold and kicked him back. Another man came at me but I blocked his punch and sent my own hand towards his stomach. Someone grabbed me behind my back and pushed me the ground. The guy's leg appeared in front of me but I grab his ankles and pull him forward as I move out of my spot. He landed with a big thud and I turn to the door, but the men were starting to get up, so I walked away from them causing me to be away from my exit.

"Cahill just come with us."

"Go to hell," I spit out.

With that, I make a run for it to my balcony. Right now the only way was down. The man try to break down the glass door as I try to think of an escape plan.

I couldn't jump down, there was nothing to support me if I fall.

The door was starting to squeak open but before it fully opened I jump out from the balcony. A pair of arms yanked my hair making me scream but I claw the guy's arm making him let go of his death grip. Although, my freedom took me by surprise and I slipped on the railing to the next balcony. I fell backward and I try to hold on to something but nothing came to reach. Finally, I grab the Christmas lights that were decorated on one of the railings but it still doesn't stop me. The lights kept on unraveling making my death closer and closer but after a few twists, it stops to where if I twist it once more the chord along with me will fall.

I was hanging off of a five-star hotel building with Christmas lights. Now how often do you hear that?

It was actually quite peaceful if you take out the fact that Christmas lights were the only thing in the way of death.

Then the gunshots sounded. The bullets go straight for my leg and arms but I swing around making them miss my body.

"Cahill! What the hell are you doing?!"

I looked down and see the boys were all there starting at me in shock.

"You know just hanging."

They kept staring at me and another bullet rips in the air but this time, it hits the lights making one of the bulbs explode.

"Do I seriously have to ask you to beat up the bastards who are trying to fucking kill me?!"

That seemed to snap them out because Leo and Caleb run towards the building while Asher and Raph start firing back at my killers.

"And try not to kill me!" I yelled as I feel their bullets going past me.

I felt like I am playing monkey in the middle but with guns and I was trying not to catch the bullets.

One of the men gets hit by the bullet and falls over to the ground. Leo and Caleb appear and knock the rest of the guys out.

"Got them!" Caleb yelled.

My happiness was short lived. As we were distracted one of the men raised his gun and shot the chord.

This time, the chord gave in and it snapped from the railing making it fall to the ground pulling me with it.