Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

FORTY-TWO

NICO POV:
"I'm sorry Nico, I know that was hard for you," Walker says in a sympathetic tone.

"It's never easy for victims to recount there attacks," the other Officer, Barrette, said.

My face goes hard, "I don't like being called a victim." I don't like the image it puts in my head, because that is not me and I will never let it be me.

She opens her mouth to say something but Walker beats her too it. "It's just a legal term if I'm being honest, don't think to much into it."

I am shaking so hard I'm not sure I'm going to be able to go back out in the hall on my own, and I think Walker can tell. "Why don't I go get Will for you?" he suggests.

I nod minutely, the word victim still playing over and over in my head. He gets up and goes out in the hall to grab Will for me.

"If you need anything I know of a great therapist that my daughter goes too," Officer Barrette says kindly.

"No," I say a little too hard, but the idea of talking to a stranger about my problems makes me feel sick. I hated having to do that in PHP.

"I know talking about your traumas is hard, but between the abuse at home and this I think you really need someone to talk to."

I freeze, "The what at home?"

"Abuse?" she repeats, furrowing her eyebrows. "It says in your file that you moved in with your boyfriend because your father had been abusing you for the last 3 years?"

My blood runs cold, "How do you know that?"

"Are you not the one who reported it?"

"No," I snap. "Who the fuck said anything about that." A statement, not a question, because I fucking know already but I'd like some confirmation.

"Well it doesn't say, but it's nothing to be ashamed of Nico. No ones going to judge you for it."

Will walks in with Walker and I turn my anger to him. "You fucking asshole," I growl lowly.

Will and Walker both freeze and look at each other in shock and confusion.

"What did I do?" Will asks, his brow creasing in concern.

"You know fucking well what you did," I sneer. He starts to walk up to me more. "Take one more fucking step and I'll knock your teeth out." Will freezes, he heard the warning in my tone and knew it wasn't an empty threat. For once I would have been more than willing to hurt Will, and that scared me endlessly.

He promised me countless times he would never tell anyone what my Dad did. He promised me he understood why I didn't want to report it. He promised he wouldn't since he already got me out of that house, so there was no point anymore any way. He broke all his promises. Who knows what else he's told people.

"You need to calm down Nico," Walker puts on his professional voice. "What's going on."

I stand up so abruptly that my chair fell over. "Fuck you Solace, I trusted you." Will flinches back.

"What did I do!" Will asks his eyes welling up with tears he's clearly attempting very hard to fight back. He hugs his arms around his chest in a way that I can't tell if he's trying to comfort or protect himself.

"You fucking told them about my Dad when you promised me you would never tell anyone," I say in a low dangerous voice.

His face goes pale. "Neeks..."

"Don't you dare call me fucking Neeks! Li mortacci tua, de tuo madre e die 3/4 daa palazzina tua!"

"Had no one told him his fathers abuse was reported yet?" Officer Barrette asks stupidly.