Tracy looked around the room. The room was big enough to fit two twin sized beds in it, plus a desk, thin, but tall dresser, bookcase and a bean-bag chair. Tracy pondered moving things around for a moment, but then decided against it. “I don't want to change your house all around.”

Frank got down on one knee and looked her in the eyes. “Tracy, this is your house, till your parents get here. You want to nail the beds to the ceiling, we'll do it. I don't know if it will hold, but we'll do it.” She giggled at the thought of a bed on the ceiling.

Thanks to Djkauf for the editing

Away from Oroville, free at least. Here is a short chapter, with a few guest stars.

ratings and warning are up for assualt on a minor, but fear not, it's not Tracy this time.

Maggie pulled around to the front of the townhouse and directed her mother as to which door to go to. Tracy slipped out of the car and stretched, Rachel and Sage got out as well. Tracy went to the truck and waited by it so she could get some of her bags. Maggie came over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Wait baby. Till we know they're here.” To her side, Persephone pulled up, blocking a driveway that had a for sale sign on it. Lok got out and grabbed the wheelchair for Brooke.

As if on on cue, the door opened and Shelly leaned out and hugged Bernice. “Bernice?!? It's good to see you! It's been way to long!!”

“Yes, it has.” Bernice replied, having to bend down to hug Shelly.

“She got her stuff in the car?”

“Yeah.” Bernice said, but we got another driveway blocked, so we should hurry.”

“Hey, they're here.” Shelly said into the door. Tracy watched as Stacey and Casey bolted out of the house, followed by her Uncle Frank, Lilian, Jaio, Karen Carl, Sage's father and Rachel's parents all came out to help.

Lance looked in the trunk, then at Persephone's van. “I say we form a line. We can get it all inside, then do the line on the stairwell, so no one is going up and down the stairs a bunch of times. When the car is empty, we move it to the back lot and start on the bus.”

“Sounds good to me.” Maggie stated.

The unloading began, starting with a line that took the stuff into the house. They took a break when all the boxes where inside and both vehicles moved to the back lot. Frank took that moment to lead Tracy to the bedroom door. “Now since this is going to be your room for the next few months, do you want to change this around?” Frank asked Tracy. “The other bed can stay in here, in case one of the girls wants to come over, or when Vance comes down. But since you may be here for a couple of months, we want you comfortable.”

Tracy looked around the room. The room was big enough to fit two twin sized beds in it, plus a desk, thin, but tall dresser, bookcase and a bean-bag chair. Tracy pondered moving things around for a moment, but then decided against it. “I don't want to change your house all around.”

Frank got down on one knee and looked her in the eyes. “Tracy, this is your house, till your parents get here. You want to nail the beds to the ceiling, we'll do it. I don't know if it will hold, but we'll do it.” She giggled at the thought of a bed on the ceiling.

“I'd need a seat belt to go to bed.”

“Yes, you would.” Frank agreed.

“I like where it is. I like how that bed gets the morning sun in the winter, and that one gets it in the summer.”

“Well then, lets get a line started. I want you in here, this way you know where you want what.”

“Okay.”

As the girls all worked on unpacking Tracy's stuff, and Frank and Lok took off to gather up pizza for dinner, Maggie had introduced her mother to everyone and gave the quick explanation of who was related to who, then she and Bernice pulled Lance to the side. She had already called Ivan to see if he had a problem with an addition to the people who came with her to the meeting.

“I'm guessing that Shelly told you I needed to talk to you?”

“Yeah. Something about an attack? Not sure how that involves me though.” Lance stated.

“It's like this. We stopped for gas and Tracy went in to pay, but she was in Troy's clothes. Well while inside, the woman who is giving us problems started to verbally abuse her, then she grabbed at Tracy and began screaming at her and she totally lost it. She also shoved both 'Romy and Sage. Sage was thrown into a candy rack. The cop said I could get a restraining order and I would like to hire your services to do that, if you could.”

“I'll guess you want William and Vance on it too?”

“Yes.” Maggie said in agreement. “See, I'm afraid that she'll turn her attack to the rest of the family. We watched her run two women out of town and ruined their lives. We may be moving, but we don’t want to rush it. And I sure don't want to give her a reason to go after William and Vance after I move.”

“Well, we can go up there and file a temporary restraining order, one that blankets the whole family. That will cover you till the actual court date to get the permanent one filed.

Would you be able to go with us to Oroville to get the paperwork done? Maybe like Wednesday or Thursday when we leave?”

“I can look, if I can't, I can send someone in my place to do it.”

“Okay.” Maggie said with a nod. “Actually, I have a list of things that Mom and I have been thinking over that I want to run past you. Could I ask you if you're available at nine tomorrow morning? I have an appointment with Tracy's therapist then and we can go over the list because I think I want both of you there for it, in case I miss something. Stuff like power of attorney and school and things like that.”

Lance went to a briefcase by the door and he pulled out a schedule. “Sure, I'm free tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, thank you, Lance.”

“No problem. I'm glad to help.” He determined to give Maggie a lesser fee, even though he knew Shelly had already informed him she would pay for any legal advice Tracy needed. “Maybe we should call the girls down. Pizza should be here soon.”

Molly sat on the couch in the doctor's office at the mental health facility in Chico. She could hear the man talking, but she had tuned him out. The only thing on her mind was how everyone had protected the little freak. How that woman allowed the little freak to touch those little girls. Her blood boiled when she thought about it and she felt sick to her stomach, thinking of the lewd things that Troy was no doubt doing to those girls at that very minute.

She had to find a way out of the place she was in and she had to find a way to make sure that Troy wouldn't hurt any other children. As she sat there, a plan began to form and she smiled inwardly at how simple it was. She just needed to get out of where she was first, then the little freak would pay for hurting those girls.

William got home after his stressful day and he headed into the house. His in-law's trailer was there, but as he tried the front door, he found it locked. He pulled out his key, unlocked the door and stepped in. He had grown used to the smell of dinner being cooked greeting him at the door when he got home, but this was the first day, since Tracy got better, that it was absent. He looked to the kitchen, hoping to see his wife, or his daughter, but there was no usual talking at the stove. No small talk at the table while dinner finished. Even Vance was absent.

He went to Maggie's chair and he eased into the seat, then reached over to her phone-book and looked up Shelly's phone number. He dialed and waited.

“Coopers, Shelly speaking.”

“Shelly, it's William. Maggie said to call there and get the full story of what happened.”

“Ah, just a moment.” Shelly said. “Mags, it's William,”

A moment later he heard something touch the phone, then his wife’s voice came over the line. “William?”

“Yeah. You all okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. We made the rest of the trip hassle free. The girls are here and helped unload Tracy's stuff.”

“Sage and 'Romy?”

“They're shook up, but doing better, now.” Maggie stated.

“Good. Have you thought about a restraining order or something, in case Molly gets out?” William asked.

“Actually, I have talked to Lance and he said he would try to follow us up on Thursday, if he can, if not he'll send someone to do that. We can take care of it then and tomorrow he'll meet us at the therapist and help set things up for Tracy down here.”

“Good.” William said. “How is Tracy?”

“Right now? She's upstairs with all the girls, and they are unpacking her stuff as quickly as they can.” Maggie said with a chuckle. “I think they don't want tonight to end, but they all got school tomorrow. Speaking of days, what happened with work?”

William sighed. “They threatened and in the end I made them see my side of the fight, with Larry O’Brien, he's my union steward.”

“Good. As long as you didn't lose your job.”

“Not yet, but I wouldn't put it past them to find little things to write me up over, so I got to keep my nose clean till June.”

“Okay. So be ready for the ax to fall?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, just in case.” William stated.

“Okay.”

"Hey, see what Lance thinks of this." William said. Then he laid out a plan that Larry had offered to him. "When you get the chance, see if he thinks if it’s good. Maybe Frank, too. Actually I could use Frank because he knows about that kind of thing."

"Tell you what, I'll talk to them. Maybe if Lance goes up on Thursday or Friday, we can have Frank come too."

"That could work." William agreed.

There was a thundering of feet in the background and William could hear the sound of the children getting closer to the phone. Then it was muffled as though Maggie was covering the phone, then she asked. “William, you want to speak to your daughter?”

“Sure. I got a couple of minutes before I need to go to Mom's for dinner.”

“Daddy?” Tracy asked over the phone. “You enjoy your lunch?”

“Yes I did, young lady.”

“Good. I made it special for you.” Tracy said.

“Are you doing okay?” William asked.

“You mean because of Mrs. Hallmark?” Tracy guessed. “I'm okay. I mean I was shaking earlier, but now that I'm here, I'm fine.”

“That's all that matters. At least she didn't hurt you or the Miller girls.”

“Nope.” Tracy agreed. He heard the sound of the door opening an the girls got loud. “Hey Dad, Dinner's here can I let you go and call back this weekend?”

“Yeah. Be good, baby girl. Love ya.”

“You want to talk to Mom?”

“Nah.” William replied. “Let her relax too, just tell her I love you both and be safe.”

“Will do, Daddy.” Tracy replied. “Love you, bye.”

Tracy was curled up on the big couch, her legs under her, but her nightgown stretched to cover her knees. She was turned so she leaned into her grandmothers side . Her mother was on her other side and Shelly was sitting on the tiny love seat They had settled on Little House on the Prairie, for the entertainment of the night. Frank had to get up early for work the next morning, so he was in bed already. Bernice was staying up, just to get every chance she could to hang out with her newest granddaughter. The days events had worn on to the little girl and she found it hard to keep her eyes open. From getting up early and then the attack at the store, she had already been mentally exhausted.

She was glad it was over. She just had to wait three weeks and her mother would be there for her full time. Then five months and she could get her whole family back, and then they would find a place near her friends. She wasn't aware of it, but her head had been bobbing for several minutes and she tried to pay attention when her mother, Grandmother and Godmother talked at the commercials, but that was getting hard too.

Bernice leaned slightly forward and chuckled. “I think we lost her.”

Maggie leaned over and nodded. “Poor kid has had a big day.”

“I'll get her to bed. I'm getting tired too.” Bernice said as she moved an arm and shook her grandchild. “Tracy? Come on sweetie. Let's get you upstairs.”

Tracy lifted her head and nodded slightly. “We'll see you two ladies in the morning.” Bernice said as she helped her granddaughter to her feet, then followed the tired preteen up the stairs, making sure she didn't fall. When they reached the top of the stairs, Bernice guided Tracy into the bathroom, to avoid any problems in the night. A few minutes later she made sure the young girl made it to her new bedroom.

When Tracy reached the bed, she flopped onto it, in a most unladylike way, and Bernice was thankful she had pulled the covers back already. She leaned down and kissed Tracy's cheek as she pulled the covers up on the exhausted little child. “Good night Sweetie. Grandma loves you.”

Bernice walked to the door and shut off the light-switch, which served as a nightlight. There was barely any light coming in through the window, but she could still make out the form of her granddaughter. Bernice watched the little girl for a few moments. Many thoughts were in her mind. She wondered if her husband would come this way, after they left Oroville, just for a visit. She considered a visit here, after they visited her other daughter in L.A.

She sighed, then stepped out of the room and gently shut the door, so Tracy could get a good night’s sleep, free from worry and away from the people who had tried to hurt her too many times.

Bruce wasn't aware when he lost his reign of power, but he knew it had happened quickly and around the time his brother was admitted into the jail. He was doing his best to make sure nothing happened to Clark, and the news of who Clark was spread around the detention center fast. Now Bruce was faced with the teen who would disrupt his hold over the younger kids. And he was losing fast. The other boy slammed his fist into Bruce's face. Then he did it four more times. The fact he had started the fight off by cracking a piece of a bed-frame over Bruce's jaw helped him in the fight.

Bruce staggered back and the boy didn't hesitate, he followed, pummeling the bully's face. The other kid had played it smart and managed to get Bruce's friends away from him, leaving just his brother by his side. Then he blindsided Bruce as he walked towards the cells.

The pummeling went on for several minutes, as two guys held Clark and made him watch, two more stood on either side of them, to make sure Clark didn't go anywhere. The big teen never seemed to tire as he struck Bruce in the face and gut. Finally Bruce hit the ground and the teen caught him with a kick to the side, then another. Finally he flipped Bruce over, as though he weighed nothing.

“You think it's funny picking on people? Think you're a big man for raping my little brother?!? He think you're tough for putting him in the hospital?” The Teen hissed into Bruce's ear. “Guess you're gonna learn what it feels like to fuck with the wrong person.” He looked at his friends. “The little twit is all yours.”

Bruce watched with his one open eye as the four boys mobbed his brother, stripping him naked in the tiny cell. Clark began to sob as they forced him to his knees. “Now you get to see what's it's like to be raped.” The boy began to pull down Bruce’s pants and someone sat on his back to pin him down. “You have a lot of people waiting outside, so get ready for a long night.”

He was sore and numb, but he could feel it as the boy assaulted him from behind, and not with anything made of flesh. And one thought circled in his head as it happened.

~All the fag’s fault!~

I wanted to end with Bruce and Clark, just so people know that the brothers are both together and doing.....well not doing too well. But Tracy is now in Livermore. Her haters are in Butte County and they are slowly festering in hate.