Three Disney movies, two seasons of Doctor Pol and a whole box of junk food later it is almost six in the evening. I get up and stretch out my stiff and sore muscles, I haven't moved off the bed except to go to the bathroom all damn day, it was time for a break. I yawn and stretch as there is a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I question, going closer to the locked door.

"It's Jenny, I got your food remember!" she laughs, I unlock the door and let her in. She comes with two takeout containers. The smell of Chinese food assaults my nose, she grins as I start drooling and eyeing the food.

"Judging by the drool I would say I did good. I can't cook to save my life, and since the boys aren't back yet I figured takeout was the safest option." she pulled out two plastic forks and I took one tray from her and we sat down to eat.

"So I am curious, there are so many rumors going around about you that I need to clear a few up first. If you don't mind that is." She adds on quickly as I give her a quizzical look.

"Rumors? About me? What the hell?" I question as I dig into my fried rice.

"Well the first is that your some kind of gang member that ratted out your gang and that's why you were in witness protection." I choked as I started to laugh at that one, how absurd. I know not to be a snitch no matter what. When I quit choking I answered her honestly.

"Not even close, although there is a gang involved. I went into witness protection because a gang leader took a very unhealthy interest in me, which was definitely NOT returned. My life was at risk, he even burned down the orphanage I used to live at. So I went into hiding, witness protection. Honestly, when I heard them say they made me disappear I was happy because I was always scared of being found." I don't know why I opened up to her so easily, maybe because food was my one weakness, or maybe I could tell she was a trustworthy person.

"That's intense, but hey I get that. You do what you gotta do to survive." she smiled and took a bite of her food. When she finished the questions continued and I answered each one as honestly as I could. Some of them I was baffled how people came up with these rumors but I guess its all messed from word of mouth.

By the time we finished eating we had laughed so hard we cried a few times, but I learned a lot about her from the way she holds her self. She is cautious, not very trusting but is willing to test the waters. From what I can tell she is the kind of person you want on your side when shit went wrong and she is very blunt and honest.

".... and that is why everyone knows if you need a good prank pulled off that I am the best option around here." she lets out a loud boisterous laugh which was contagious, so I laughed with her.

At that moment Charlie and Marshal walked into the room, they observed things and smiled at how well we were getting along.

"Glad to see you two having so much fun." Charlie smiled at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement even though you could see in his posture that he was absolutely exhausted.

"All I can respond with is, food!" I hold up my empty container with a smile.

"Note to self, food to get on your good side. Good to know." Marshal smirks and plops himself down on the bed. You can tell he is just as exhausted and needs a moment.

"Well this is my queue to get going boys, Naomie it was a pleasure and I will be back tomorrow if Charlie gets sent away again." with a wave and a promise to bring more food she left the room.

"I need a damn shower." Charlie stripped off his shirt right then and there, causing my face to bloom red and quickly look away. Not before noticing how defined his muscles were.

"Yeah not my kind of strip show so I'm bouncing brother! Have a good one. Oh and Naomie, one day we will get a chance to meet properly and chat, I'm Marshal by the way." he smiles winks and is gone out the door.

Charlie walks over and locks the door before grabbing some clothes out of the dresser, I noticed he has a particular system to his clothes, it was oddly familiar. He opened the bottom drawer and it was shirts. That's strange, his habits are very familiar to me, they seem to be the same as my Chuck. Does that mean Charlie is my Chuck? Is that why he is uncomfortable telling me the truth?

"I am going to shower quick, then I figured you and I will get out of the room for a bit and go for a walk how does that sound?" Charlie asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah that sounds good, thank you." I smile as he disappears into the bathroom. I flop down on the bed with thoughts racing through my mind. I'm kidnapped, then taken hostage by someone who says they know me, now I'm being treated like one of the guys so to speak, and I can never go back the meager existence I called a life.

Am I broken or something? I mean I am not freaking out, I am not really scared only a little paranoid, and I haven't had a panic attack about this whole situation. Why? All rational thought would be to escape, run away and never look back. Or fight my way out of this. But, deep down in my heart I don't want to.

After moving into a new place, under a new name, new life, new everything I was scared all the time. I was jumpy and paranoid to the point I couldn't enjoy my life. Eventually I fell into a routine where I worked, came home, ate, worked out, watched TV then went to bed. Woke up the next day and did it all over again. I wasn't living a life, I was just..... existing.

Maybe that's why I'm not freaking out, because the life I had before this wasn't worth living. I was getting depressed and suicidal, but didn't have anyone to help me because I was so cautious. I didn't make friends, I didn't go out, I didn't even bother meeting other people outside of my coworkers, and even them I didn't get close to.

Feeling tears stinging my eyes as I thought of how pathetic my life had become all because of a gang leader, I sit up and decide to find a movie or something to bide my time until Charlie is done in the shower. Settling on an episode of the incredible doctor pol I cover up in the blankets and lay down to watch TV.