Olivia Rain (#wattys2016)

Chapter 8 ✔

"I don't know what your talking about." The cop put his hands behind his head as he leaned back. "I think you do."

"No I don't and you don't have evidence of anything. Just because there are bruises on my arms doesn't mean anything I could have fallen down the stairs or something no one said anything about my dad." By the end of my little speech I was pacing the floor and the cop looked worried and yet amused by my outburst. They can't bring him in here they cant he'll kill me. "I'm sorry you feel that way but, we've already brought him in for questioning."

"You what!?" The cop looked taken back by my words. "We have your father here right now. Would you like to talk to him?" He watched carefully for my reaction. I sank down in the chair before shaking my head. "Ok tell me why? Your friends have told us a version of your story but, we need yours. Please tell me."

Here goes nothing. I'm so fucked after this.

-------3 hours later------

"OK Olivia wait here were going to have to get pictures of the abuse and a statement from you so hang in there." I nod my head as he leaves. I got up from the chair and sat in the corner with my knees against my chest. I wrapped my arms around them and set my head down. I'm ganna get killed and its all my fault.

I was too busy thinking to notice the cop come back in. "Hey kiddo come with me were going to get arrangements for you to stay somewhere and then were going to get the pictures."

"I want to stay in my own house. I won't leave it there to rot." The guy sighed as he helped me up and led me out of the room. "Well is there anyone that can stay there with you? A relative, maybe an aunt or uncle?"

I sighed, "Yes. My fathers brother and his wife."

"Okay come on lets get going. I'll call your relatives." As we entered the main lobby two cops escorted David in from a side door. Once he saw me he lunged surprising the cops. "You stupid bitch. What did I say about keeping your mouth shut." He got in a few punches to my face before the cops pulled him off.

"I will kill you bitch. Do you hear me!?" The old cop next to me helped me up. The cops dragged David away and I tried my best not to cry. "Are you okay?" The cop asked worried. I started laughing hysterically. "Am I okay? I don't think so besides the not even knowing your name. My fathers trying to kill me and my friends turned me in to the fucking cops when I told them not to. Besides all the backstabbing lying and abuse I'm peachy!"

The cop took a few steps back before saying, "My names Officer Blaine O'Reilly. Here I want you to take my card in case something happens." I grabbed his card from him and looked around. "When can I go home?"

"As soon as I call your uncle and he picks you up."

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