Chapter 1

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Warning:

This story is not suitable for people under 15. There is a lot of coarse language, drug references, violence and sexual themes. Read with caution as this story is not a happy one. If you find child abuse offensive I recommend that you do not read the first few chapters as they are full of it.

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Chapter 1

Bang. Bang. Bang. I woke up to someone banging on the front door. I slipped out of bed and put on my robe. I then walked down the stairs and towards the front door.

I swung the door open and was faced three people in suits and two police men. “Miss Elaina Hickory?” one of the police officers asked. “Yes can I help you?” I asked not sure why they were here so early when it was a Saturday. “Elaina we need you to come with us,” one lady in the suits told me. “Why what’s going on?” I asked confused as to why they would want me to come with them.

“Who the hell are you?” my father yelled from behind me. “Mr Robert Hickory?” one of the police officers asked. “Yes who the hell are you and why are you at my door?" he yelled. “Mr Hickory we are here on behalf of the Department of Children’s Services.” A man in a suit informed him. “What does Child Services want?” my father spat. “Mr Hickory we are here to take Elaina into custardy of the State as we have had multiple complaints about Miss Hickory being abused physically and psychologically.” The man told Robert. “Who is spinning this bullshit?” my father yelled. “Mr Hickory, we don’t appreciate being sworn at and we cannot divulge information on who told us this information.” “I don’t care if you don’t like swearing because this is bullshit and you are not taking my daughter anywhere.” “I'm sorry sir but you don’t have a choice. Elaina is coming with us. Here is the court order that allows us to take Elaina with or without your consent.” One of the women said handing the order to my father.

My father took the piece of paper from the woman and looked over it. “All this is a piece of paper nothing more and you can’t take my daughter because of a piece of paper.” “Sir would you step away from the door so Lena can take Elaina up to her room to pack her stuff,” the male police officer said. “Yeah right a piece of paper is not going to make me relinquish my daughter to your care,” my father snarled. “Sir if you do not step away from the door we will have to restrain you.” The male police officer informed my father when he refused to move.

“This is MY house and you have no right to be here. I wish you would leave my property, now!” my father hissed at the policeman. “Sir I am placing you under arrest for obstruction. You have the right to a lawyer if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The male police officer informed my father. “You can’t arrest me there is no such thing as obstruction!” my father stated. “We can and we are sir please put your hands behind your back and turn around.”

My father decided not to listen to warning, so the male officer yanked my father’s arm behind his back, snapped the cuffs over one of his wrists then brought his other arm back and snapped the other cuff onto his other wrist. The officer yanked my father out the door and toward the paddy wagon.

“Miss Hickory, if you will lead Lena to your room so you can pack a bag of your things. We will come and get the rest of your things once you are settled,” the female police officer said to me. “I… guess. It’s this way. Up the stairs, last door on the right,” I replied not really sure whether to trust them or not.

I started walking upstairs toward my room to pack my things. I started with my underwear drawer throwing it into a suitcase without folding it. I had no idea where I was going so I didn’t care whether my things were neat. It’s not like the people who were taking me in would care if my things are messy.

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