A wounded soul (elmax story)

Chapter 4

Els pov

"It'll be okay el. You'll be okay" she says moving my hair out of my face gently. God, please end me. I can't see him. "Stop thinking about it. You won't see him unless he tries against you. It'll be okay." She says and I nod slowly. Wiping away the tears I let fall. Nance starts driving again and my heart still hasn't settled down. I'm petrified.

We get to the house and Max, Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas are in the basement. Mrs wheeler and Mr wheeler are talking to this big fella. "El. Come in here." Mrs wheeler says making my heart jump once again. "Eleanor, my name is hopper. I'm the local chief of police. I'm going to need you to come with me." He says getting some handcuffs out. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. "Why??? Why are you getting those out???" I ask backing away while he walks towards me. "Because you've been accused of money laundering and drug trafficking." He says and my heart shatters. Im going to jail.

I arrive at the police station and mr and mrs wheeler are hot on our heels as we're walking into the police station. Hopper takes me to an empty room with a table 2 chairs and a lamp. I sit down and he soon sits across from me with Mrs wheeler. "Now, start from the beginning" he says bringing out a tape recorder.

"ELEANOR. COME EARN YOUR KEEP." My dad shouts from the living room. I walk into the room and there are 4 men sitting around the table with my dad. "Well fellas, this is her. Pretty face, nice tits. Give her the job." He says walking out of the room. A guy stands and smiles wickedly at me. "You'll be our mule." He says walking over to me with multiple bags of white powder and pills. "You'll keep these, in here" he says putting the pills between my boobs making me push him. He recovers and slaps me across the face. I fall to the ground and slowly get back up and he puts the packaged powder in my pants. "When you sell our shit, you'll let them get their merchandise themselves. If they fuck you, you'll charge them. Understood?" He explains making me cry a little. I nod and he smirks. "Then off you go." He says and slaps me again. I sold all of it. I had a group of 2 men take advantage of me and I will never speak of that with anyone. I gave the men their money and I didn't see them again. They gave me and my father 20,000 dollars. All of which, I saw none of it.

"Thank you el for telling us that." Hopper says and I wipe away my tears again. I'm nearly in hysterics and they haven't even gotten to the worst part. "Your father is being charged with child negligence, drug trafficking, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, public intoxication and sexual harassment and assault. You'll need to testify against him. He's taking it to court. The state can provide you a lawyer or you can get your own. There's no way you'll lose. But we need to get proof. We need to get pictures." Hopper says again making me break into a cold sweat. "I-I'll have to see him? M-my dad?" I stutter out visibly shaking. "I'm sorry el. We'll have our forensics in here to get the pictures in just a minute." He says getting up and walking out. "Mrs w-wheeler??" I say turning to her and she shakes her head. "I'm sorry baby. It'll be okay. Y-you'll be okay." She explains calmly. The forensics team walks in and I start sobbing. "No. No I won't do it." I say getting of my chair. "Miss brenner please sit down." The head says and Mrs wheeler grabs my arm. "If you want him in jail, you need to do this." She says and I nod still crying, my heartbeat not calming whatsoever. They make me undress and they take pictures of my back, my legs, my thighs, my stomach and chest, my collarbones and my head. I still have a huge cut that goes across my head. They finish and then the head gives Mrs wheeler a card and he says "you'll need to see her soon as possible. Your only options of appointment is today in 30 minutes or tonight at 7:45."

"Who's that?" I ask trying to take a look and Mrs wheeler sighs. "We'll go with in 30 minutes. Let's get it over with." She says and the head nods. "Good choice"

"Mrs wheeler who are you talking about??" I ask still fairly confused. "It's a gynecologist. We need to go get a rape kit done." Fuck. Fuck. I cant do this. I nod and she nods back to me. "I'm sorry el." She says quietly and I shrug. I don't know that I can do this. I'm scared. Another big guy walks in and takes us down a long hall to a doctors area. We take a seat and in nearly seconds someone called us back. We went into the office and well, what they did felt worse than what my dad did.