If that couch could talk, it would say it was drowning. The amount of tears poured out on the couch could probably fill an Olympic sized pool. The worst part was, there were no signs of it ending anytime soon.
It had been almost twenty minutes for Officer Brett Danbury to milk the hitting thing enough to keep the poor girl where she belonged. Of course, the way she said it was almost like she thought the world knew. Officer Danbury knew he should have gotten the whole story, legally, because he could file an abuse report. He hoped that it was in the files, and luckily it was. He learned that three years ago, Blaine Nicholas Anderson ran away to Lynnette Christine Anderson's (his aunt's) house because he was hit by his father. Well, that what the report said. There was obviously more to it, though. His younger sister had followed, right in his footsteps. She never said she was hit, but she had a glimpse of fear in her eye.
Officer Brett had to do his best. He had do do it, not only for justice of the law or for Layla Anderson, but for himself. His father had run off, leaving his mother with him to do anything she could, at all for money, And no matter how drunk she got, or who was taken back to the motel room they called home, Brett couldn't leave. he didn't have an aunt to go to and he didn't have a good enough reason for the law to recognize. Layla had a chance, a chance he didn't have. He was new and wasn't always taken seriously by the other guys in his squad, but he knew this was his turn to save someone, like a Cop is supposed to do. He knew this was something big for him.
Back inside, Kurt was starting to feel that this was an omen almost. I mean, who goes to their boyfriend's house for the first time and gets caught in a police hold up? These thing's just aren't normal. Maybe this was just a sign of things worse to come. It might just be the beginning. Kurt didn't believe in God, but he almost wanted to say that it was God there, telling him to turn around. But Kurt was stubborn, he wouldn't listen even if it was God or some other force telling him to turn away. He was Blaine's boyfriend now. They didn't just have a 'thing,' they were a couple, they were best friends and thats what love it for. It's there for the good times and the bad times. The really, really bad times. The times being held in an apartment by the police.
Blaine knew what was gonna happen, he just knew. Layla would have to leave and his parents would put such a tight hold on her afterwords that she wouldn't even be able go in the backyard without someone watching. With Blaine, it was easy. His parents didn't want him, they were glad to be rid of him. It was easy, legally, too because he we hit. But no, Layla was the only piece of Cecelia that was left. His parents couldn't just give her away. They may not have been parents to her, but they'd fight. Blaine could only dream that she would be spending another minute with them.
Officer Danbury looked almost excited, when he opened the door and let himself in. Layla was snuggled in her aunts arms, with her face hidden. She gasped and looked up.
"Okay, I pulled a lot of strings and did literally everything in my power and how about this: Layla gets 24 more hours, but tomorrow you'll need a lawyer and you have to have custody decided by 8:00 pm tomorrow night. I know its only a short amount of time, but it's all I can do. If you feel you need more time, Layla will have to go home." He said.
Everyone paused, they all had to think. Would Presley and Noelle Anderson budge? Would they do whats best? Would the law be on their side? Is it possible to make an agreement in nearly 24 hours?
"Okay, I'll get the lawyer. Layla, you're staying with us. We have a strong case against us. I think. Look, I'll do whatever I can to keep her away from there and keep her safe. So, she's staying." Aunt Lynn had made up her mind and she could only stick to it. What kind of a monster would she be if she let Layla go back? She'd lose the fight if Layla even stepped foot there. Even at that, there still was that possibility she could be hurt like Blaine was.
24 hours.
They had to do it.
