A newborn family -Chenford

The day the family started.

3rd person POV

Tim and Lucy where on shift, as Tim gets a phone call. The second he reads the words on his phone 'my love' he started worrying. Lucy watches him, surprised. Tim answers the phone and a shaky, scared voice comes out of it. "Dad... help me." Tim watches in shock. "Baby, baby what's going on?"
"Dad... I need you. I'm in the school. Please." Lucy listens, reading Tim's expression she's scared for the both of them, and feels terrible for them. She know how she feels when something like this happens with Tamara. Her voice scared and shaky. But right now, she has to listen to Tim. "I'm on my way baby." They sit in silence and drive to the school.

Tim's POV;

I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I feel my voice getting shaky and my head spinning. I notice Lucy staring at me, she looks worried and concerned. "Not on word," I tell her. She nods and keeps her head down as we arrive at the school. I jump out of the car and hurry to the bathroom stalls, seeing her on the ground, wrists bleeding, and a knife next to her. I knew she did this to herself. My face filled full of concern and I tried not to cry. I rushed towards her. "Baby, Ashley it's okay. Ash look at me. Why?" Ashley looks me sad in the eye. "I needed to. I couldn't help myself. I'm such a stupid idiot!" She bangs her head on the floor, purposely. I look over at Lucy who is crying. "Luce, grab the bags."
Lucy grabs Ashley's bag and grabs a band-aid from the school. I felt tears pricking in my eye. "You're gonna be okay, sweetheart." Ashley looked me in the eyes, crying. "Dad, it wasn't my fault. I told him to stop." Her tears turned into sobs, I felt terrible. I instantly knew what she meant. She looks at Lucy, giving her an apologic look. Lucy came over to her. "Don't apologize, I know it's hard. I know what it's like. It's gonna be okay." I looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?" "It doesn't matter Tim, later." Ashley hung onto me. "Give me names." I demanded "Zayn McCartney."

I rushed over to whom I know as the principal, asking I  what classroom Zayn was right now. "213b." I asked for a picture, and she showed me. I ran down the hallway to the b angle and the second I saw Zayn I walked into the classroom and got as close into his face as I could, as everyone else stared in shock. "What the fuck did you do to my daughter?!" He looked scared, but still smug. "So you are the adoptive cop father. You know, you aren't her real father." I grabbed him by his collar. "What the fuck did you do." "She was homeless. She needs to learn how to respect her superiors. I raped her after I've beaten her. She's a homeless slut. She deserved it." Zayn says, smug. I picked him up and threw him at the wall. "If I wasn't a cop, and could lose my badge for hitting you, I would've beaten you to death right now." I said, angry. Zayn was in fear, but laughed. "She deserves it. I hope she ends up killing herself. You and I both know you found her with bleeding wrists, the cuts obviously self inflected." The entire classroom was silent and in shock, but more toward the things Zayn has done. "Your under arrest for assault and battery, sexual assault, rape, threathing a police officer and assault of a police officer." I threw him in his cuffs. "I didn't even assault you!" Zayn complained. "Your finger hit my wrists." "Fuck you, mate!" "Yes well, you shouldn't have raped my daughter." I took him to our shop as I called for paramedics and a supervisor. I didn't trust myself around him.

Lucy's POV
I was hugging Ashley as I heard Tim over the radio, he said he had arrested the suspect and asked for a supervisor. He was honest that he didn't trust himself around him. I took Ashley in my hands, as I walked out with her, towards the paramedics. She was gonna be okay physically, mentally will take way longer. I looked at Ashley. "You know, I have a roommate, about your age, and I think you two would really get along!" She just nodded as I took her to the shop. She went to the paramedics, she got taken. Tim went with her, so I drove our suspect and processed him.

A/N;
This is my first time actually writing a story, so don't judge! I'm trying really hard but the ideas pop into my head when I am going to bed or shit like that, and the n once I'm actually writing my head is empty! There are some parts into the story incoming that I will put in, from other wristers. Not exactly the story, but some ideas. I will put the credits into the description. Most will probably be from; family isn't always blood- a chenford story! Go read that!
Word count; 873