Olivia Rain (#wattys2016)

Chapter 15 ✔

After arriving at the station in my town I stopped talking I stopped everything but breathing. Officer blaine took us to separate interrogation rooms. I sat for an hour picking at part of the table with one hand still in handcuffs and attached to the table. Finally Blaine comes in and brings a cup of coffee. I stare at it as he places it in front of me. "Go ahead it's not drugged or anything."

I look towards him. God he's crazy. This is what I hate about people why do they always think the worst. I lay my head back down when he sits and continue picking at the table with my nails. "Okay kid you remember how to do this don't you?" He doesn't wait for a response because he knows I won't give him one. "Why does your uncle beat you?" Nothing no response just the sound of my fingernails scraping the table are heard. "When did it start? Was it right after they brought you to your house?" He waits but, I stay quiet I know he's getting frustrated but, I've talked to much already. He sighs before getting up. "Were only trying to help you Olivia so next time I come in here you better start talking."

I look up again as the door closes. That took less time then I thought. I figured he would leave but I thought he would fight just a little bit longer honestly I liked seeing him frustrated and angry. I like seeing anyone frustrated and angry it makes my mood better. Soon I was drifting to sleep but as the darkness started to come the door was slammed open and then closed. "Wake up brat." Oh god what's he doing in here. I start to get up but my hand is still cuffed to the table. "You talked child and now you will pay the price even if we are in a police station." He starts to move towards me and I pull on the cuffs again. As soon as his hand has hit me he's gone and I wake up screaming and sweating. "The fucking hell was that."

"Olivia are you alright!?" Officer Blaine barges into the room with his gun out looking around for danger. I shake my head at him before slamming my head on the table and groaning. He's disturbed my sleep now it's not okay. "Olivia." I look towards the old cop and lift my head up and my eyebrow. "Will you tell me now. I promise you can leave once were done." I nod my head and bang it back on the table. "Don't bang your head I'll put you in the special chair." I roll my eyes and groan from the new headache forming.

"He started when we got home and he's worse he brought in others and he did things while the other guys assaulted me. The most was five and they liked when I fought half of them were hard when they were leaving. But they could never touch me like that. Mike wouldn't let them. While they beat the shit out of me mike and his stupid wife would be in the fucking corner fucking each other. All I heard was fist hitting fleash and their moans. They did this every single god damn time and when he wanted me that first and only time she saved my ass. I hate my fathers family and my mothers family doesn't even care anymore. We haven't talked to them since she died. I never get a call, I never get a text, a card, nothing from them. They were amazing people and now they don't want anything to do with us. I just want to go home."

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