The Fallen Officer's Son

1. Carson

"Mama! Mama!" I screamed as the stranger pulled me away from my mommy. I could see her reaching out to me but the strange woman kept walking away with me in her arms. She didn't smell nice. Not like Mommy. Her smell was sour. Mommy's was sweet and it made me feel safe. This stranger was scary. Her eyes, her green eyes were dark and scary. Mommy's were soft, light, and safe. I wanted Mommy. I reached out to her but Mommy couldn't get me. Why didn't she want me? Was I not a good boy? Did she not like me because I looked like Daddy? Where was Daddy? I couldn't find him anywhere. We always played catch in the backyard while Mommy panted her flowers in her little garden by the back porch.

"Give him back! Please give him back!" I heard Mommy yell as the man in the same clothes as Daddy pulled her back. "Please!"

"Mommy!" I wailed as I reached for her but no matter how hard I tried my little arms couldn't get to her. The woman holding me face my bum a slap making him whimper as tears continued to flow down my face the further we got from Mommy.

"She is not your mommy, Carson, I am," the mean lady said as she held me tightly against her as I struggled to get free.

"No!" I yelled as I kicked my little legs hitting her in the process which warned me of another slap to the bum.

"Stay still!" She screamed as she marched out of the big building we were in just now.

"Mommy!" I wailed as I continued to kick and punch the mean lady to get free from her and run back to my mommy. Mommy was nice, she never hit me. She always cuddled me and gave me kisses and made me my favorite foods and watched my favorite movies with Daddy.

"Shut up!" The lady yelled as she reached her car and sat me down on the floor before griping onto my small arms in a tight grip making me whimper as tears rolled down my face, "I am your mother, and you will stop with this nonsense of calling that woman mommy, do you understand?!" I shook my head as I continued to cry out for my mommy.

"You are my son n—"

I bolted away with sweat covering my body as my heart raced in my chest. It's been 14 years since the worst day of my life happened. Since the last time, I saw my mother. Since the last time, I felt safe and secure. My life hasn't been the same since I was two.

It's been hell.

Amber, aka my biological mother, began her abuse within the first week of having me. Her abuse got worse as I got older. It began with slaps whenever I'd call for my mother, Alexa, then it turned to hits and punches, and even her boyfriend, Ryan, got into the abuse with him punching, kicking, and hitting me whenever they didn't get their dinner on time.

Amber's abuse eventually revolved into it being emotional abuse. She would constantly tell me that my mother didn't want me and that she was happy to get rid of me. That if she had cared and loved me that she would've fought for me and would have looked for me. And I believed her. I believed every word she told me. I believed every word she called me.

She was right after all, wasn't she? I mean if my mother loved me she would have fought harder to keep me and wouldn't have allowed Amber to take me away.

I could hear the television on downstairs meaning that either Amber and Ryan were still awake or were asleep and left the tv on. I swallowed the knot that formed in my throat and climbed out of my bed before walking the short distance across the hall to the bathroom. I quickly entered and locked the door before looking into the mirror.

I wasn't anything special. I had dark brown eyes and blond hair with fair skin. I had the same features as my father considering he was Korean. It's been 13 years since he died during the 9/11 attacks. Amber will constantly remind me of how much I looked like him and how much she hated him and how glad she was that he was dead. It made me wonder what had caused him to leave her and take me away to be raised by him and Alexa. Were they ever together in the first place? I sighed and splashed cold water onto my face before deciding to go back to my room as quickly as possible to not get caught by them.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the duffel bag I had hidden under the bed before stuffing all of my things—which wasn't much—just a few pairs of jeans, shirts shoes, and sketchbooks as well as all of the photos of the abuse I've been suffering from both Amber and Ryan. Once the bag was packed, I doubled checked to make sure the door to the room was locked and the dresser I had was placed against it, I walked to the window in the corner before pushing it open. The fall wasn't that bad so with one final look behind me, I stepped onto the windowsill and jumped.

I winced as I landed on my bruises ribs but quickly stood up and tan before either of them noticed I had escaped. I checked the time and saw it was nearing three in the morning and took a deep breath before mastering all of my strength to move. I reached the end of the road and hailed a cab asking the driver to take me to the nearest police station. He nodded before beginning to drive. I could feel his eyes on me every other second and I knew it was because of the cuts, burns, and bruises that littered my skin from the bearings Ryan and Amber had given me the night before.

A moment later the cab driver pulled up to the station and I got out giving him a fifty-dollar bill, "Keep the change." He blinked but nodded before wishing me good luck and then he drove away. I took a deep breath before I willed my battered body to move once more and pushed the doors open and stepped in.

"Oh, my god." The front lady gasped as she quickly called for an officer, "You poor thing." I hissed as she gently grabbed my arm that was bleeding—the wound had reopened due to my fall from my window.

"What happened?" An officer asked as he and another male joined me and the front lady.

"He just came in here," she said and the officer nodded before he and his partner led me away onto a room to interrogate me.

"What's your name son?" The first officer asked I looked at him and his jaw clenched as his eyes took in my appearance.

"Ca-Carson," I replied, "Carson Walker."