Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside. ~Avril Lavigne 'Nobody's Home'

Sixteen-year-old Temperance Brennan sat on the bed in the Cook house. She sat curled in the corner of it, almost on top of her pillows. Her chin rested on her knees, and her arms were wrapped tightly around her, like she was trying to keep herself together. She was only wearing a thin, white shirt that was torn in places. Her long hair was mussed, tears pooled in the eyes that stared blankly at the bed in front of her.

The sheets and blankets were messy, and if someone came in and pulled back the itchy blue comforter, they would find blood. The blood of her maidenhood, the official end of her forcefully taken innocence. A deep, quaking breath came from the shaking child in the corner.

She didn't know what to think, what to feel. All she knew was that in front of her, she saw the scene that had taken place just moments ago. Her foster father entering her room, pulling her blankets away from her, threatening death if she screamed. Then she felt his body heat, his filth surround her, and following that was the pain. She had looked away, hidden her face in the pillow, but she hadn't cried, she would not give him that satisfaction. Even after he had left the room to be with his wife, she could still feel him. She felt his sickly fingers on her skin, his hot breath as he kissed her goodnight.

Temperance coughed, and then the tears came. She sat there and sobbed, tears coating her cheeks. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be at home, with Mom, Dad and Russ. She didn't understand why they had to leave her, why they had to go. She didn't do anything wrong, she didn't deserve to be left behind like she had. Rubbing the tears out of her red eyes, Temperance just wanted to go home. She wanted to go home and have her family back.

As her cold hands clutched at one another, she forced herself to accept, again, that she couldn't have her family back. They were gone, and she shouldn't be wasting her time on daydreams, but she couldn't help herself. She let her mind wander back to her childhood, to pillow fights with her brother, her mother's Sunday brunch, and her father's endless patience for her. Temperance gulped back her tears, they weren't going to do any good, but they couldn't be stopped.

Eventually daylight streaked through her dirty window, but Temperance still didn't move. She had no where she had to be. She didn't have any friends, it was the weekend, so there was no school, no one would come looking for her. No one cared for the little foster girl who was raped last night.

The door creaked open, and Temperance tried to melt into the wall. He was back.

"I had such fun last night, and the missus is out grocery shopping." He explained, coming toward her. She kicked out, but he fought off the frightened, weak, teenager easily, pushing her down, and climbing on top of her.

She didn't cry as he continued to break her.

I think I like it. I don't own Bones or the song Nobody's Home. Reviews are appreciated.

~DI4MGZ~