My dad is a former drug dealer

My dads arrest

It was a regular day at my dads house, same old shit I had to deal with everyday. The time was around 2 pm, and I was laying on my mattress in my room filled with empty solo cups and trash. I scrolled through Tiktok minding my own business.
Suddenly my sister Emily barged through the door in slight panic. She always did well hiding her emotions, slapping on a fake smile, staying strong for my brother and I as all hell broke lose.
"Abbey, someones knocking on the door, I think its important." she told me as she waited for me to get up.
I sat up on my bed stretching. Before going downstairs I checked my appearance in the mirror. I made a face of disgust as I stared at my messed up red and black hair, the acne covering my bare face, and the pajamas I was wearing.
I changed into some pants to hide the cuts on my leg, and went downstairs. Emily opened the door and 3 tall police men towered over us. "Hello, would you be able to tell us if your dad is home?" one of the officers asked.
Emily hesitated before speaking. "Uh, yeah give me one second. Also please watch out for the door we have a cat" She responded before turning to me giving me a look. "Abbey stay here for a second.
Emily made her way into the kitchen where the door to the basement was located. As I inspected the group in front of the door I noticed there was a man behind them. He had a strange looking face, but a regular outfit on. In his hands was a binder of some sorts. CPS. I thought to myself angrily. We have had many visits from Child protective services, and they hadn't done shit to help us. They would start by asking us a couple of questions like 'Do you feel safe here?', 'Can we see your rooms?', 'What is it like here?'. After the questions they would have us sit together so they can take a picture of us. Humiliating.
My train of thought was interrupted when Emily shouted down the stairs. "Dad, come up quick!"
One of the police officers got my attention when he spoke up to me. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble, we just got a call about a disturbance in the home," he said. I nodded awkwardly, my social anxiety coursing through my veins.
After a couple of seconds My dad came up followed by my sister and my dads girlfriend Liz.
"Hello sir, we got a call about possible drugs in the house and we have a search warrant right here." The man handed my dad the piece of paper and my dad inspected it carefully.
"Um, okay come on in," My dad said hesitantly, unsure of how to take the situation.
The officers made their way in as well as the CPS man. They began searching the house, I noticed they were headed upstairs and my face flared red as i realized they would see the mess in my room. 
I sat on the brown colored couch next to my sister leaning on her for comfort. About five minutes passed when one of the officers picked up a pipe on the living room side table. He inspected it for a moment, looking carefully. "Theres crystal meth in here," He spoke loudly, his voice booming through the small townhouse.
Another police officer came and inspected it, and one came up from the basement.
"I found some stuff downstairs too," He said. I looked to my sister confused and in shock that this is what our dad was hiding from us.
This explained a lot. My dad got fired from his salesman job a couple of months ago. He began doing his own cleaning business when covid hit, and during that time he'd be gone for pretty much the whole day. He'd leave for work at 4 am, come back at 8 and then go back out again for another job. I always wondered how he stayed awake during that time.
Over time he had gotten much thinner and the eye bags around his eyes got worse. One time I was going for a pack of ramen in the pantry and pulled out in envelope with $2000 in it. At the time he had told me it was nothing and not to worry about it.
As the police were going to speak to my dad and his girlfriend the CPS guy sat down on the other part of the L shaped couch and pulled out his binder.
"I know this must be hard on you guys." He started as he looked down at the files in his binder. I quickly realized those files were from previous times when CPS came to our home. "When both parents emotionally abuse you, its sad. And they guilt you into not seeing anything." The man had a very monotone voice, I could barely focus as thoughts raced through my head. This was real and this was happening.
As kids, my siblings and I had it hard. Though at the time we hadn't realized what was going on. Both my parents were alcoholics growing up and got into several arguments where hitting was involved. They both had two sides to them. As a child I was able to differentiate between the two. During the day my mom and dad would be good to us and be somewhat stable, but during the night, thats when the drinking would start. Their speech would be slurred, their eyes would be droopy and my mom especially would start getting sarcastic and angry at her life. She would start complaining to us and and be in constant panic mode.
After all that, I never thought that my Dad would get into drugs.
I turned to the kitchen to see four policemen surrounding my dad. One of them was putting handcuffs on him as they aggressively held my dad who wasn't even struggling. In that moment I felt sadness for him. I knew what he did but he was still my dad, and seeing that hurt a lot.
After they took him away into the police car, the CPS man and one of the police told us to go get our stuff from our rooms, just whatever we could carry and informed us that our mom was on the way to come pick us up.
I quickly packed my stuff in my purple duffle bag that i used frequently to carry my things from my dads to my moms and went downstairs being rushed by the police officer. Emily grabbed hold of Una our cat tightly as we walked out of the doors.
About 15 minutes passed and finally my mom arrived. We sat up from the driveway, the police officers standing close by and made our way to the car. I took one last look at the home and got into the car. The police officer spoke to my mom for a couple of minutes before we finally drove away.
"Your dad was taking, and selling drugs to people," my mom started. I looked to my sister in silence, and then at Una who was fearfully hobbling around the car. "Those people that would come over to the house all the time, they were a part of it.
I recalled the strange amount of people who used to enter the house frequently. One of them was a woman about in her 40's. She had medium length brown hair which she kept in a ponytail, and her body was thin and full of wrinkles. One day my dad let her stay at our house for a couple of days, and then when my dad had enough he told her to leave. Obviously that didn't go well. The woman locked herself in our bathroom for hours, sobbing and yelling that she was using the bathroom. That day the police weren't called and now i knew why.
This was only the beginning, and if I knew that before, maybe I could have done something to stop it. It only got worse from here.