TW(for all parts):swearing,abuse,grooming and death/description of dead body
I sat there feeling quite uncomfortable with the silence but then the social worker asked me "what is your name?" I reply "Isaac". He starts to write down something on a piece of paper.
After a few of random questions he asks me "what is a normal day like for you?" I freeze. I wasn't going to tell him. Was I?
I was.
"A-a normal day for me is: 06:30 wake up. Get washed and dressed then wake up my brother, Dillan, and get him washed, dressed and fed. At 07:15 start walking with Dillan, after 30 minutes of walking I drop him off at daycare then walk to school." I stop to let the social worker write things down.
"Do you not eat breakfast?" he asks, "no, we don't have enough food for me to eat." he writes down a few more things then let's me continue.
"I get to school about 08:00 or 08:15 then I just walk around until class, my classes go as usual then I have to walk 30 minutes to pick up Dillan from daycare. We then walk home."
"Does your dad or mum not drive you home?" the social worker asks. "N-no, my dad is mostly working and my m-mum is......no longer with us..." the social worker's expression changes, "I'm so sorry" his voice is laced with sorrowness.
I can't tell him anymore. The rest is disgusting. But...I could get help...i could get Dylan out...
"Once Dylan and I get home, we usually stay in our rooms but if not then Dylan stays in his room and I have to 'speak' to dad. Dad is quite angry after work and he takes out that anger on me..." I start pulling on the sleeves of my jumper.
"He hits you doesn't he." tears weld in my eyes "y-yes."
"Do you want to stop for a bit?" he asks, I nod in response.
We sit and talk about tv shows and movies until we hear a knock at the door we look over and see one of the police officers walk in with a child behind him.
After a closer look I see that it's Dylan with the officer, "Dylan?" I asked calmly. His head shoots up at the sound of my voice.
When he notices that it's me he runs over and jumps up onto me, pulling me into a hug. I hug him back and laugh a bit. I guess they heard that Dylan was at daycare, but does that mean it's after school time? Has dad realized that we're not home?
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My Family
Short StoryIsaac and his brother Dillan live in a not so good family and have to survive until they can get help! Read from Isaac's eyes and see if you can figure out what might happen next! Sorry if i don't post much but I will try! ⭐ ⚠️All rights belong to...
