Found

Part 3

Elena's POV
I was so happy that they haven't found me yet and it's been almost a week.
Sophia literally asked me a million times why we left our home, and I told her that she had to forget about them and that they weren't family anymore.
I had met a guy named Jake Divitch,and we have been together.

Since Elena's running away, she has been doing drugs and alcohol with Jake.
And the worst of all is that Elena abuses Sophia when she's angry.
Elena basically brings home different men almost every day.
She also goes to the bar and sometimes doesn't come back till the next day or the day after.
Sophia's POV
I'm now 12 and have been with my mum for like 10 years in a small house with her. She abuses me every time she sees me because she's angry for somewhat reason I don't know.
And worst of all, when I was 5, Jake raped me while my mother was there with him doing drugs.
I soo hate my mother and my mum's boyfriend Jake.
I don't even know we're my real father is, because she told me that he died, so now I have to deal with Jake. And I hate that I'm the only child.
Today when I got back from school, my mother later showed up, saying what a useless brat I am.
I tried telling her that I'm not what she thinks I am and she's the worst mother that just had a wasted life, sleeping with men and doing drugs. Don't blame me, but I had enough with her.
She was soo furious and then she broke her alcohol bottle on the table, got a broken piece, grabbed my wrist and wounded me on my arm.
I fell to the ground bleeding and then she kicked me several times in the gut and stumped on me as well.
To think the horror was over, she got a bat and seriously gave me a real beating. She finally held my hair and rolled me on the floor while dragging me and banging me against the wall. That was the worst beating she had ever given me.
The next day, I took a shower then wore a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants so as to cover my whole body, so no one could see what I'm going through.
I got my mother's make up and made sure my face looked fine and as natural as possible, so that they wouldn't see my injuries.
I get bad grades at school because I'm always tired and can barely focus because of my mother's beatings....
When I got home, an officer was at my living room, and thank God I cleaned it up or else he would have figured out of my mother's beatings to me and her doing drugs.
I shyly said 'h-ii officer'.
He took his hat off for some reason and told me that my mother had died in a car accident and then suspected her to be drunk.