Caleb had no idea that this girl, who had seemed happy the last time he saw her, had it so tough at home. He felt a sudden strong pang of guilt in his gut and loosened his grip on her. "I... I'm sorry... I... don't know what to say..." The usuall quirky, witty, obnoctiouse and anoing Caleb seemed a distant figure. He thought of how his uncle Peter (who he lives with) treated him, how he had never seen him smile, or heard a kind word directed at anyone, espesially not Caleb. "You know your not the only one who has it tough kid, I haven't been in my..."thinking of what to call him "my guardian's good books since the day I moved in with him! You see this bruise?" pointing at the left side of his jaw bone, "Thats from having a hard back dictionary swung at my face!" Caleb hadn't ever told anyone about this before, and he'd not truly thought about it himself really, he just got used to the fact that it happens.