"Let's talk about something else. For example how did you get those bruises?"

"I'm clumsy I tripped and fell."

"Now Catrina, I thought we made it clear to you last night that it's not nice to lie to those in authority. You and I both know that isn't how you obtained those bruises young lady. Why are you protecting him? Are you worried that your mother might get angry with you."

"Yes."

"Alright then, less discuss school policy instead. I was under the impression that this school has a zero tolerance for bullying of any kind?"

"It does."

"And yet, those girls seem to get away with bullying everyone. Why hasn't the school been following protocol concerning these girls and their friends?"

"They are always getting away with breaking the rules. They can do what they want, when they want an no one will even scold them, let alone suspend them."

"Why is that?"

"Because those girl's parent's either fund the school, or are on the board of education. And some of their parent's have high positions of power in the town. In fact, the head cheerleader's father owns the property."

"Not anymore." The man replies as he takes another puff of his cigar.

"Can I go now? I don't want to be late for class. I already have detention."

"Detention? Whatever for? I don't see you as the breaking the rules type of girl. What could you have possibly done to deserve detention?"

"I arrived late to school again today."

"I see. I'll write you a note excusing you from
detention. You can return to class momentarily. However, there is still the matter of how you received those bruises. They couldn't all have come from those girls."

"Which means that You had to obtain some of them last night after my brother and I left your house."

"I know you recognize me from the other night. Let me introduce myself, my name is Daniel Bendito. And I, like my brother, do not like being lied too."

"If your a multimillionaire, then why are you working as a high school principal?"

"You need not concern yourself about that. Let's just say, that my baby brother wants me to keep an eye on you."

"Why?"

"He's concerned about you. That man your mother is dating is not a good man. So I was placed in a position where I can intervene, if I feel it necessary and from what I can tell, it is necessary."

"Please don't. I don't want to be placed in the foster care system. What if that bad man gets ahold of me?"

"What bad man?"

"Mr. Lees. He is a very bad man. Uncle Arty rescued us from him."

"What do you mean he rescued you from this Mr. Lee?"

"Mr. Lee is  a bad man who owns a really bad club. He tricked my mom into signing a contract with him. She found out later that the contract stated that both my mother and I were now his property and that meant that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to with either one of us, including sexual activities."

At this, the principal's eyes flash in anger."how old were you when you lived at this man's establishment?"

"I don't remember. I tried to block those memories from my mind. Mr. Lee made me pose in erotic outfits and he posted those pictures on his website. The pictures all had crude captions underneath them. And at the bottom of the page he was auctioning off my purity."

At this, the Principal let out an loud animalistic growl and took the paper weight that was on the desk and threw it up against the wall and let out a string of profanity's. "I'm gonna kill him!" He snarled and I whimpered.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No little one, what that man did wasn't your fault and it wasn't your mother's fault. I promise you, my brothers and I will ensure that, that man can never hurt you, or any other ladies again! I can tell something's else is bothering you. Tell me, what's on your mind?" He asked taking another puff of his cigar.

"Don't you know smoking is bad for you? You could get really sick. Also, smoking of any kind is forbidden on school property. Not even teachers are allowed to smoke on school grounds."

"You are setting a bit of a bad example to both staff and students. Shame on you! Naughty, naughty!" Suddenly I realized what I had just done and I began to whimper. "I'm sorry. I had no place telling you that."

To my surprise the principal chuckles at me and then nods towards the door. "You should head back to class little one."

"I am confused.. Aren't you going to suspended me?"

"Why would I? You've done nothing wrong."

"I was late to school again today and I was loitering in the hallway instead of heading directly to my next class. And I challenged you authority by telling you that is wrong for you to smoke."

At this, the principal chuckled once more. "Nonsense. Little one. Consider this your fresh start. Wait for me at my parking space directly after school and I'll give you a ride home. Oh and don't worry about your detention. I will see to it that you are exonerated."

"Thank you. Do I have to go back to class?"

"I'm afraid that you have too. Why?"

"My math teacher reminds me of that bad man."

"He does?"

"Yes. He looks a lot like him and I don't like how he looks at me when I'm in his class. I know that I shouldn't ask you this but, could you, I don't know, maybe transfer me to a different math teacher's class?"

"Perhaps. Unfortunately, that won't happen right away so you will have to go to his class for now. Oh I almost forgot, here's the note for your teacher informing him that your detention has been canceled."

"Thank you." With that I left the office and headed to my my last class for the day and I was dreading it. It was math class and as I mentioned earlier my teacher hates me.

"You are late. See me after class Miss Robbinson."

"Yes sir." I replied sighing as I took my seat. Today he decided to give us a surprise quiz. Luckily, I had been studying the material. But when we received our test back I was upset to find that I had been given an F. I glanced over at his desk to see him smirking at me.

"Is there a problem Miss Robbinson?" When the class rang I grabbed my backpack happy to be leaving this hell for the day. Only to find arm being grabbed and being jerked back into the classroom. "I believe I said that you were to remain after class did I not?"

"Yes sir, but I am supposed to meet our new principal at his car so he can give me a ride home. I... I don't want to keep him waiting."

"Well that's too bad, because you have detention. Now sit down."

"But what about the note that I gave you from the principal?"

"What about it?"

"It said that my detention was canceled."

"I don't care what some namby-pamby paper pusher told you. I am in charge of this classroom and if say that you have detention then you have detention. Now return to your seat immediately Cupcake." My math teacher said with a smirk.

I could feel the blood draining from my face as I let out a shiver. "What did you call me?"

"Cupcake. That is your screen name is it not?"

"I don't know what your talking about."

"You mean to tell me that this isn't you?" My math teacher said revealing a website that I had hoped I would never lay eyes on again. I glanced away from the screen as I did I could feel the blood returning to my cheeks causing me to blush.

"Sit down or this may find its way to the head of the department of the board of education. I'd hate for you to get suspended and your mother arrested."

Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. After ensuring that everyone had left he rose from his seat and stood by my desk. I felt him stroke my hair and the side of my face. I shuttered at his touch and he chuckled. "I know that you think that I hate you, but it's actually the opposite."

"I actually care a lot about you. In fact, you were supposed to be a present from my father before the two of you snuck away in the middle of the night. Did you know that? You know, after everything that my father did for the two of you, you leave without so much as an explanation. That really wasn't a very nice thing to do."

"Yeah, well, neither is teaching a child that their body is for s*x."

"Ah so you do remember your training. Well, that will make things easier in the long run."

"If you care so much about me, then why are you failing me? You know that I don't cheat."

"True. Maybe because I had hoped that you'd come to me and ask me for some private one on one tutoring, if you know what I mean." He replies with a slight chuckle placing a hand on my shoulders and began massaging them. "Ooh cupcake, you're so tense. You need to relax. Nothings going to happen that I know you don't really want. We are just going to have some fun before I take you home."

"I really should get going, detention is over."

"Your not going anywhere. Your detention is over when I say it's over."

"Detention is only supposed to be fifteen minutes." I replied trying to get up only to be pulled back and forced into his lap.

"That's a normal detention but you're not a normal student, now are you? Besides, why the hurry? We both know that the buses are long gone and I doubt that our new principal stuck around waiting for you. Face it sweetheart, I'm your only way home. Your not going anywhere, except to my house and then straight into my bedroom for some long overdue fun."

"Never!"

"You will do exactly as I tell you Cupcake. Or I will file a report with the school stating that you tried to seduce a teacher and send them a link to this lovely website. I'll have a few of your classmates verify that you always had an unhealthy crush on me. No one will believe you if you try to claim I'm setting you up."

"You won't just be suspended, you'll be expelled. But, if your a good girl and you do a good job on the extra curricular activities that I have in mind, then perhaps, I'll consider raising your grade to an A+. In fact, I'll see to it that all you receive A+ in all of your classes. What do you say?"

"Dream on sicko! I am not interested in your offer! I'll never cooperate with you! Your a monster just like your father!" I reply hitting him in his chest and attempting to escape his grasp once more.

"I guess I'll have to do things the the hard way. Don't worry my sweet little cupcake, I'll take good care of you, in time You'll be mine."

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Daniel Bendito AKA new School Principal POV

I paced back and forth by my car and glanced down at my watch once more. Where was she? I had instructed her to be at my parking spot
directly after school. "Any news?"

"She wasn't on the bus or on any of the surrounding streets. Are you sure that she's left the property? Didn't you mention she said something about having detention?"

At this, I frown. I thought I made my instructions clear to that imbecile. Catrina wasn't to stay for detention. If he has kept for detention she should have been out by now. What was keeping her so long? Spotting a nearby teacher I decided to see what the policy was concerning detention. "Excuse me Miss, how long does detention usually last?"

"Fifteen minutes sir. However, it varies depending on the teacher. It can sometimes last up to an hour."

"Thank you." I frowned glancing down at my watch. It was rapidly approaching 3:30. Catrina should have been released from detention long before now. Something wasn't right. "Do me a favor run a background check on the 11th grade math teacher and let me know what you discover."

"Alright give me a minute. Alright. It's done. This isn't good. Ummm, sir, you might want to take a look at this..." My men replied handing me the computer with a look of concern.

As I glanced at the screen my face darkened my eyes flashing in anger. I let out an animalistic snarl causing my men to gulp. "How the hell does a registered sex offender wind up with a job teaching students at a local school?"

"My guess is because your predecessor was his sister. Oh and boss, I did some more digging into this man's past. It seems that, his father happens to be the very man your niece was telling you about earlier. I have a feeling that this teacher considers her his property. Evidently, he won the bidding for her purity."

Grabbing my gun from the lockbox as well as my favorite pair of brass knuckles I nodded towards the school. "Umm, boss, is the gun really necessary? I mean, we don't want to scare the girl." I glared at the man in response and he held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, but don't say that I didn't try to warn you. Your the boss, if you want to bring your gun then who am I to challenge that decision? I'll follow your lead. It looks like he's keeping her here against her will. Shall I go in and rescue the girl?"

"No. I want to hear a bit of  their conversation first. After all, looks can be deceiving." After listening to a bit of their conversation and seeing the tears streaming down Catrina's face I knew that this man was threatening her. The more she tried to escape the tighter his grasp on her.

He even forcibly kissed her neck as she sobbed. When she hit him on the chest once more attempted to once again escape his lap I knew that she was not a willing participant and I gave the signal to enter the room.
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Catrina POV

"Your delusional of you think I'm going to go anywhere with you! Let me go!" I demanded struggled in his grasp as he kissed my neck. 

"Awww, there's no need for tears my sweet little Cupcake, I promise you, I wouldn't have to hold you so tight if you would cooperate."

"Never! Let me go!"

Suddenly the classroom door burst open and two men entered the room and drew guns from their holsters. Followed by our new school principal. At first, I was relieved to see him, but upon seeing the enraged look on his face, I began to whimper.

No sooner had he entered the room, my math teacher shoved me off his lap and began scolding me as if this whole situation had been my fault. "Believe me sir, this isn't what it looks like. This impudent little hussy tried to bribe me in order to get me to change her failing grade."

The principal cocked an eyebrow at me and then turned his attention back to my slimeball of a math teacher. "Is that so?" He asked a hint of amusement in his voice. "Little one, please come stand by over here by me."

"Yes sir." I replied. Grabbing my bag I rushed to his side. He glanced down at me with admiration in his eyes and ruffled my hair causing me to look at him in confusion.

Why was he continuously calling me little one? He hadn't seen the other childish items in my backpack had he? My cheeks grew hot and I could tell that I was blushing in embarrassment.

"No need to be ashamed little one, I'll answer all your questions when we get to the car." He said with a wink before returning to his normal stance and looking down at me in disapproval. "Is it true? Are you failing his class?" The principal asked a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Yes sir."

"Why is that?"

"Because her work is sloppy."

The Principal raised his eyebrows and gave me a somewhat of a look mixed between disappointment and disapproval and yet, having at bit of disbelief in it as well. Instead of arguing I handed the principal my pop quiz from todays class.

As the principal studied the quiz his frown deepened. "Humm. This seems to A+ material why then is an F?" He demanded of the teacher.

"It's simple, I caught her cheating off another student. Every student in my class knows that if I see them even glance at another student's paper it's an automatic fail." My math teacher replies with a shrug.

At this, the Principal took a deep breath and let it out before turning to me. "Catrina, I want you to go wait in my car for me ok. I'll give you a ride home shortly. I need to have a little chat with your math teacher." The principal replies causing my math teacher to gulp.

I wondered what they were going to discuss. Did he really believe my math teacher's accusation? I couldn't fight the tears that filled my eyes at this thought. I ran down the hallway. I was about to rush out the doors when I realized that I had left my backpack with Snowy in the classroom.

I groaned. I knew that I was supposed to go the car, but after everything that had happened, I desperately needed comfort and snowy and my bunnies were in my backpack. So I quickly headed back to the classroom.

I glanced though the window. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I watched as the principal reached into his pocket and pulled out a weird looking piece of jewelry. It had a four holes in it and I watched as the principal made a fist. I stared in awe of this strange piece of jewelry.

As the rings seemed to extend out past the knuckles. Of course, I didn't know what they were but they looked intriguing. Anyway, when my teacher saw the principal pull the strange jewelry out of his pocket I could see the fear in his eyes.

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Principal POV

I chuckled as I watched the color drain from the math teacher's eyes at the sight of my brass knuckles. Instantly he fell to his knees begging for mercy. "Oh no, Please, not that. Anything but that. Please have mercy on me. I'll give Catrina an A+ I'll do whatever you want, but please put those away."

"I might be persuaded to change my mind and not give you the beat down you deserve for disrespecting me, if you answer some questions for me."

"Of course. I'll tell you anything."

"First off, I want to know how a convicted sex offender wound up getting a job as a school math teacher. Did you lie on your application? Or did you get the job with the help of your big sister?"

"There must be some mistake. I was absolved of the crime for which I was accused and record was expunged." The teacher replies.

"Ah. I see. So you didn't drug and rape a student during a high school prom?"

"No. I was found innocent of all charges. Where did you find this?"

"You'd be surprise what skeletons can be dug up if one knows where to look. The record that states that you were found innocent while seeming to be authentic, is in actuality, a fake. You were found guilty and were to serve time in prison."

"However, your victim suddenly had a change of heart one day and dropped all charges against you. Claiming that she was mistaken and that you weren't her rapist but rather, her knight in shining armor that night. I wonder what made her change her mind? Let's talk about your father shall we?"

"Why? What has he done?"'

"He runs and operates an illegal sex trafficking operation within the confines of his club."

"I haven't the slightest idea to what your referring."

"You deny knowing that this webpage was created and designed by your father to advertise the woman available for purchase at his club?"

"I suppose it doesn't matter. It's not like you were planning to deliver Catrina into the hands of your father? She is, after all, his property is she not?"

"Absolutely not! I am offended that you'd even suggest such a crude thing. I have nothing to do with my father's establishment nor do I share his views on women. Catrina is most certainly not his property. She's a beautiful young woman."

"You know, this situation reminds me of one of my favorite songs. What's it called again? You know, the one about the boyfriend that returns from being away either on business or away at war?"

"My boyfriend's back?"

"That's the one. I believe that song fits this situation perfectly don't you?"

"I'm not sure I follow." The math teacher replies.

"Come now, your telling me that You've never heard my boyfriend's back by the Angel's or the Paris Bennett's updated version?"

"Yes, I've heard the song, but I still fail to see how it relates to this situation."

"Then let me enlighten you. Your the guy in the song who won't leave the girl alone. The one who spreads lies about the girl. I'm the "boyfriend." The one who is, as the lyrics state, is going to bring you down to size."

"You see, I know that you are lying about what happened between you and Catrina. Catrina is the sweetest most innocent young woman I have ever met and you have the audacity to call her a hussy and try and ruin her stainless reputation?"

"I'm sorry but these pictures of speak for themselves sir. I asked Catrina to confirm
my suspicions and she did. Cupcake  is her online alias, where she poses in erotic outfits for men."

"You and I both know that she was not a willing participant in the creation of that website. Nor was she a willing participant in posing for those pictures. Your father threatens her into submission."

"My men and I have caught you red handed trying to do the same. You'd have had her expelled and we both know that if her mother's lover were to learn of her expulsion he would toss Catrina out onto the streets."

"Yet, you want me to show you mercy? When you would have had none for her? I don't think so. I'm really going to enjoy this. You want to know why? You know the phrase in the Paris version of my boyfriend's back, the one that says cause he's kinda gangsta."

"Well, I am, and it been ages since I've gotten to truly torture anyone. This is going to be fun and I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream. By the time I'm done with you, your going to wish you had taken that permanent vacation alongside your dear sister."

I chuckled sinisterly as I punched the math teacher in the guts using my brass knuckles. "You should consider yourself lucky that I'm only using this. You see, my preferred device when beating up a low life like you, is my brass knuckle knife but luckily for you , I sent it out for resharpening recently." I replied patting the math teacher's cheek.

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Catrina POV

I could see fear in my math teacher's eyes. I didn't know what the Principal had but whatever it was, it had my math teacher terrified. Then I heard a sinister laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

I watched in horror as he began pummeling my math teacher with his hand that wore that strange jewelry. I couldn't help myself, I let out a small gasp and backed away from the door. The principal immediately glanced in my direction and I ducked just in time.

After giving it a few seconds I glanced back into the window. Big mistake. The door opened and I was pulled inside by one of the men who had guns. The principal shook his head his eyes seeming to sparkle with both amusement.

Yet, they also held a hint of danger and a momentary flash of anger. "Now Catrina, I thought I made my instructions clear. You were to suppose to go wait for me in the car." He said with both disappointment and irritation in his voice.

"I'm sorry. I forgot my backpack. What are those?" I asked changing the subject.

"These little one, are called brass knuckles."

"They are pretty. I want a pair to wear."

At this, my principal chuckled this laugh being one of amusement. "This isn't jewelry little one. It's a weapon used to teach bad people a lesson." He replied as he punched my math teacher in the gut causing him to cough up blood.

"Can I try them?" At this, my Principal cocked an eyebrow at me seemingly surprised.

"Alright."

"Umm, boss, are you sure that's such a good idea?" One glance from the principal and the man didn't utter another word.

"You put your fingers through these holes and then make a fist." I did as he instructed. "Good. Now reach back your arm and punch wherever you want on his body."

"Anywhere?" I asked glancing at my Math teacher's lower region.

"Oh no, please, anything but that." He begged and for a split second I hesitated and glanced up at the principal.

"Is this legal? Hitting him with this I mean?"

"Yes little one. It's used as a means of protection. It's perfectly legal." He replied. I shrugged.

"Ok." With that I reached back my arm and punched him where the sun don't shine. He let out a scream of pain and then glared angrily at me.

I began to tremble and I backed away. I could tell that he wanted to kill me. I whimpered and dropped the brass knuckles on the floor.

The principal gently consoled me. "Shhh. It will be alright little one. I'll take it from here." The sinister glint in his eyes reappearing as he glanced at my math teacher causing me to tremble once more.

"Please, no more." My math teacher begged as he coughed up more blood.

My principal went to hit him again but I let out another whimper and He sighed. He turned to look at me and his gaze softening when he saw the fear in my eyes. "Please go wait for me in the car little one. I'll be there momentarily."

This time, I did as I was told making sure to grab my backpack. I had just reached the car when I heard the sounds of gunfire. I jumped in the backseat and hid underneath it covering my head with my hands. To say I was terrified, would be an understatement.

I could hear someone coming so I hide further beneath the seat. "Catrina? Catrina, where are you?" I tried not to whimper as he let out a cuss word. "I told her to wait for me in the car. Where is she?!" He demanded angrily hitting the dashboard.

"She couldn't have gotten far boss. Don't worry, we will find her."

As the men piled in I tried to remain hidden but I soon found myself being pulled from my hiding spot and placed on someone's lap. "There you are little one. What were you doing hiding down there?" My principal asked with a hint of amusement.

I whimpered in response and he sighed and then groaned. "You weren't suppose to see any of that back there. My brother is going to have my head on a silver platter if he finds out."

"Why were you so angry with my math teacher?"

"Well, because he was a bad man little one. He had impure desires concerning you and he was trying to force you to do things you aren't ready for."

"Maybe it was my fault. Maybe the way I dressed or behaved gave him the indication that I wanted more of a relationship then I really did."

"I want you to listen to me, what happened today wasn't your fault. Your math teacher was a convicted criminal who should have never been allowed to have a teaching job. But don't worry your little head about it. All that matters is that your safe and sound little one, and he won't ever hurt you or anyone else ever again."

Upon seeing the look of confusion on my face he smiled. "I suppose I should explain why I keep calling you little one shouldn't I?" I shrug my shoulders. "When those girls were bullying you in the hallway I happened to see the contents of your backpack."

Instantly I began to blush. "I can explain..."

"It's alright. You shouldn't be ashamed of who you are little one. The other reason I call you little one, is that your the youngest member of my family."

"Excuse me, but could you run that by me again?"

"I really shouldn't be telling you this, but I suppose you have the right to know the truth. Your mother and my brother met years ago back in high school. They wound up becoming high school sweethearts. Despite my parents disapproval."

"When Antonio brought your mother home to meet our parents they immediately took a disliking to her. One of the reasons being, they hadn't anticipated him falling in love and so they made a business deal. Upon graduation he was to marry one of my father's business partner's daughter. Her name is Geraldine. "

"The other being, that she did not match our social status. We were a very  rich and well respected pillar of society whereas your mother was from the other side of the tracks. In other words, my parents felt that she wasn't good enough for my brother. Despite being told to break things off with your mother, he took her to prom where he proceeded to propose to her."

"But you said that he was already engaged to this Geraldine lady?"

"Yes, but he didn't love her and he didn't want to marry her. In fact, he was going to renounce our family name just so that he could be with your mother. They shared a passionate night and you were conceived."

"But isn't that a bad thing? They weren't married."

"About a month later your mother was not feeling good so she went to the doctor to see what was going on. It was then that she discovered that she was pregnant with you."

"As soon as she arrived home her parents along with the rest of her family disowned her and threw her out onto the street without so much as a penny to her name. So your mother did the only thing that she could think of, she walked to our house."

"When the servants saw her they wanted to know why she was there. They knew, that our parents did not like your mother. They were also in the middle of preparing for the wedding that was about to happen in about a half hour. They didn't know what to do so they told our butler. Our butler took it upon himself to speak to your mother."

"He demanded to know what part of my brother had broken up with her and didn't want anything more to do with her didn't she understand. Your mother was completely confused and she had every right to be."

She explained that my brother had proposed to her on prom night and that he promised to marry her with or without his parents approval. This came as a shock to our butler so he went and found my mother and father and inform them of the situation."

"My mother was not thrilled she wanted your mother gone for good so she took it upon herself to deal with the situation. She told your mother that she knew why she was there but that my brother could not and would not help her. She explained to her that she was aware of the fact  had promised that he would denounce our family name."

"Unfortunately, that is something that they could not allow and it had nothing to do with her social status. She went on to explain that there was no leaving the family, the only way you left the family is if you were dead or banished.

It was then that your mother realized that my brother did not have a choice. He was going to marry Geraldine whether he wanted to or not. Even your mother knew that when a deal is made with certain families it cannot ever be broken."

"Geraldine's family had calculated the possibility that my brother wouldn't love Geraldine and that he would want the marriage to end as soon as possible. So, when the contract was written up they made sure to add that they were to never under any circumstances get a divorce."

"Believe me, my brother and I try to find a loophole but unfortunately none could be found. My mother told your mother that she was young and that she had so much of her life ahead of her."

"She told her that she should not have to be burdened with the responsibility of having to raise a child alone. Things like going to an Ivy League college were a once in a lifetime opportunity and was something that she shouldn't pass up. Her advice to your mother, was to get rid this unwanted mistake. After all, she could always have more children."

"She also informed your mother that if she chose to carry you to term she would raise you alone. She told her that she was never to tell my brother about you. She warned her that if she ever tried to do so, she would ensure that her child was taken away from her forever."

"To say your mother was was heartbroken is an understatement. She had given up everything for my brother, her family, her innocence, her future but unfortunately, even if he wanted to, he could not do the same."

"So your mother did the only thing that she could do, she turned and walked away and never look back. My brother often wondered what it happened to her and why she had left."

"He search for her for a long time. You see, he didn't care about the arrangement that our parents had made with Geraldine's family he was gonna find a way to break the contract no matter the cost."

"And I have finally found a way for it happen. The whole reason Geraldine and Antonio were to get married with so that they could birth a brand new generation with a combination of the two families. Unfortunately, Geraldine is barren. After extensive medical testing it was confirmed that Geraldine could never conceive a child with my brother."

"Since she can't give us her part of the deal my brother is within his rights to dispand it. It has also come to my older brother and my attention that Geraldine has been unfaithful to my brother. In fact, she had relationships with other men in an effort to get pregnant."

"She was then going to claim that the baby was my brothers. Unfortunately for her, we found out her plans and now, she's up the river without a paddle."

"I thought my mom is dating Uncle Art? What happened to him?"

"There was an accident at his new job and he died."

"I am confused."

"It's complicated little one."

"Could you try to explain?"

"Alright. As you are aware, my last name is Bendito. My name is Daniel Bandito. When I saw you, I don't know how, but I immediately knew that you were my niece. My brother suspected that you could possibly be his daughter but at the same time he was completely confused as how that could be possible."

"So he took a sample of your DNA via your saliva and the blood from your wound on your leg. We own our own medical facility so it didn't take long for the results to return and they confirmed that my brother was or rather is your biological father. Even before knowing this He knew instantly that he had to protect you as did I."

"You are so pure and innocent and we couldn't let that be destroyed. When we brought you home and we saw your deplorable living conditions, we decided that we were going to do whatever it took to take you away from that awful place. So we offered your mother's boyfriend a job."

"Unfortunately, he came to the job inebriated and he wound up fatally wounding himself. When my brother went over to your home to console your mother the two of them rekindled their love for one another. He proposed and well, as they say, the rest is history."

"But I thought that he's already married?"

"Yes, however, because of the breach of contract my brother is within his rights to divorce Geraldine."

"Oh."

"So you see little one, you're my niece. And I am and have always been very protective of my family. No one will ever hurt you as long as I'm around."

"Umm what do I call you?"

"You can call me Uncle Daniel or Uncle Dan or for short."

"Uncle Dan?"

"Yes little one?"

"You said that you protect me from bad people?"

"Yes."

"So is that why you beat up my math teachea?"

"Yes. I suppose it is, and those girl better watch out or they might be next." Uncle Dan replies causing me to giggle.

"All joking aside, I can assure you, that Mr. Lee is never returning to our school. Or any school for that matter. And his father is never going to get his hands on you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."