mistreated beaten and still going

Chapter 1: The Day I Was Pried Away From My Family

One day when I was 6 I started wondering. Why are my parents in this thing people call a gang? Why are they selling these things people call drugs? I began to pray, "dear god if you can hear me please help my parents. Please don't let them go away forever because of their bad choices." I went to bed, it felt like I had only slept four hours before I was awoken. A roaring amount of fear swept through my body when I seen who had awoken me, the police.
They yelled, "go into the other room with your brother and sister." I didn't hesitate in fact I bolted to the other room. Beginning to try and calm my little baby brother. I was getting so worried wondering were are my parents.
Then I heard a familiar voice say, "no we don't own a gun." I suddenly thought to myself papa! I ran to the bottom of the stairs and began to cry uncontrollably at the sight I saw. My parents were in hand cuffs surrounded by the police. Bombarding them with 1 million questions. I ran back to them room.
A police dog had came into the room. I screamed in terror of the big, brown bear. Teg dogs began to sniff everything.
As soon as the dog left the room a lady walked in I asked, " Who are you."
Then she replied my name is Natalia , I am a social worker."
I new to well what a social worker was. I asked her, " are you here to take us away?"
She said, "yes, follow me." We began to follow her slowly, but gradually. When we got outside we seen our best friends that we had grew up with, our grandma, and our older sisters.
They were crying and yelling, " please don't take them." We were so confused we didn't understand what was going on. We got in the car and drove off. Natalia took us to her office. Their she made a few calls then took us to a foster home. Their we learned a very bad lesson.