My Darling

Chapter 4

"It all started when I was 11. My parents had loved me from the day I was born to the day of my 11th birthday. That day changed my life forever. Everytime I didn't do a chore properly, I would get spanked, hit, kicked, spit at, you name it. This would continually happen for about 2 years, on my 13th birthday, my father tried to rape me, he didn't succeed, I cried that night, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and sneakily brought it back to my room. That day was the first time I had cut myself. The next day, when my mom left for work, my dad came into my room and raped me. He succeeded at it the day after my birthday, same thing had been happening each day, I would get beat, raped etc. One week, I continuous morning sickness, so I stole one of my mom's pregnancy tests and took it, I was still 13 years old. I took it and it came out positive, my mom would believe I was sleeping around with guys, so I went to my father. He slapped me and called me a whore and said there was no way it was his. I nodded and ran to my room, and cut myself again. I couldn't handle the pain they were causing me, so when I turned 19 the last time they hit me, I ran away from home and met the guys that were on scene, as officers would put it," you paused.

"Alright, thank you for your time." She gently said and rubbed your arm comfortingly. She got up and left the room. You threw your head back in your hands. The door opened an in walked someone. You didn't bother looking, figuring it was probably another officer.

"My love-" is all the person had to say before you threw your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you, tightly. Tears fell from your eyes, catching in his hoodie. "Arny I'm so sorry and I'm scared." You weep, he rubs your back, "We are working on our statements, Brandon and Will have to go next after Danny." He told you, you nodded in his shoulder.

He pulled back and wiped your tears. "My love, you will be fine, we won't let anyhting happen to you." He promised, you half-smiled. "Okay, if for some reason you can't I'll understand." You say, he nods, the officer who was in there moments before came back in. "He needs to lea-" She started, "No, he does not, I can have someone in the room with me regardless of lawyer or not." You tell her, she nods.

"Well based on the evaluation, we conclude you not guilty of any charges pressed against you as of today." She tells you, you gasp and hug Arny. He laughs and hugs you back as if you were to disappear forever. "Thank you," you thank the officer, she shakes her head and walks out of the room. "We did it!" You cheer, "No, you did it." Arny said, you laugh and cry happy tears. You guys walk out to the main area of the station and once Danny and Brandon see you, they run up to you. "Are you alright darling?" Damny asks, surveying you for injuries, you chuckle and swat his hands away.

"Yes I'm fine. She said the charges were falsely accused and I was free to go." You tell them, Brandon sighs a breath of relief. Brandon and Danny hug you. Will comes out of the conference room. Brandon pulls away and starts walking towards it, Will put a hand on his chest, stopping Brandon's movements.

"Since Y/N was freed, you don't have to go in there." Will said to Brandon, Brandon nodded and they both walked back to the three of you. "God this day was tiring." You say, the boys agreed with you.

"Let's go home." Danny says, you all nod in agreement and pile into the car. "Will, your room is across from Y/N's, mine is at the very end of the hall, Arny's is next to Y/N's, Brandon's is next to Arny's." Danny says as he starts the journey back home.

So Danny and Arny are up front, Brandon and Will are in the back with you in the middle. How did you get the middle? It was either middle or one of their laps, as much as you love them (in a friendly way), there was no way you were going to sit on one of their laps.

You were the first to get out of the car when you guys got home. You dashed and ran to your bathroom, not sparing anyone a look. You stared at yourself in the mirror, watching as the tears fell. You grabed the knife from your cabinet and hold it in your hand. You hear knocks on the door, "Come in!" You say as you wipe your tears and hide your knife behind you.