Family Fanasty Pt One: Found and escape {ON HOLD}

Chapter 1- Meet and Explain

I sat down in one of Dave’s chairs in his office, it’s been two weeks since I called Dave. They had to get me out of the house after I was force to tell the police mom’s boyfriend was sexually abusing me. I asked Dave if there was any other way around it, even though I was dying to get out of the house, but he said it was the only way; Dave offered me a cup of coffee. “Thanks.” I said, I took the cup and sipped it. “So who is this guy any way, what’s his reputation?” I asked, Dave sat on the corner of his desk.

          “He’s an old friend and I’ve worked with him before, he can be trusted I assure you. He’s worked with all kinds of cases but I think this’ll be a first case of this kind he’s worked with.” Dave said, I drained the coffee and set the cup on Dave’s desk. I stood up and wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans before stuffing them in my front pockets.

          “Can you give me a name?” I asked.

          “His name’s Scott, Scott Handlin.” He said, there was a knock on the door. I stood at the corner Dave abandoned while he got the door, a man about 5’7, wearing a black suit with a blue tie walked in. The man was carrying a brief case, he had green eyes and a modern hair style and he was smiling.

          “Scott Handlin.” He introduced himself I shook his out stretched hand.

          “Brieanna Valdez.” I introduced myself, Scott smiled even wider and set down his brief case then he sat in one of the chairs’.

          “So Dave has filled me in on what is happening but if you could just tell me what you know so I got all the facts’ straight.” Scott said, I huffed a breath.

          “Where do you want me to start?” I asked, Scott took out a pen and a pad of paper.

          “Let’s start with your mother’s boyfriend, Mr. Smith. Dave told me about the…. things that had happened.” Scott said, I swallowed and shivered.

          “It all started a couple months after he and mom had gotten together, mom went out with friends. My sister had already moved out, my brother was with his friends leaving me and Joey home alone. He had already drank too much I was in my room when I heard a loud thump.” I sniffled and felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye.

          “It’s okay, take your time.” Scott assured me; I cleared my throat and went on.

          “I went out to see what had happened, I didn’t see anything at first so I went out into the living room and that’s when he tackled me. He hit me a number of times until I blacked out for a few minutes and when I woke up I was in him and mom’s room. He had tied my wrists to the headboard and my ankles’ to the feet post, I didn’t see him at first and I tried to scream but he had gagged me.

“Then I felt something hard in my left hand, I looked over and saw he was making me hold his penis. He smiled and nodded, then he started to make me give him a hand job, I started to cry.

“He slapped me and then he raped me over and over until there was a telephone call, when he hung up he looked at me and smiled. ‘Your mother is on her way’ he said then he untied and took off my gag then he flung a towel and my clothes at me ‘go take a shower, I enjoyed our time together. It’ll happen again soon’ he said. Then he just kept doing it whenever we were alone.” I finished, tears were flowing now; Dave handed me a couple of tissues, I took them and wiped my eyes.

          “Okay, now let’s talk about the evening Mr. Bieber showed up at your current estate.” Scott said, I cleared my throat and wiped the last of the tears away.

          “It was about two weeks ago, on a Wednesday evening I had been about to go to my room to get onto the internet when there was a knock on the door. I opened it there stood Justin and a few other people I didn’t know, well except his bodyguard Kenny I just knew who he was though. Anyway, I asked him if I could give him directions or something like that.

“He just stared at me and said something about waiting years for this moment and now it’s finally here then he showed me a medical blood test thing. When I saw all the lines were similar on the blood testing I said I was calling my lawyer, Justin claimed that once the judge and jury saw his evidence they’ll rule in his favor and I’ll be coming ‘home’.” I said, Scott nodded and scribbled furiously.

          “Okay, I’ll give these notes to Carrie to copy and fax and I’ll get back to you sometime next week.” Scott said, my mouth gaped open and I stood up.

          “W-wait, that’s it? Nothing else?” I asked, Scott looked at me and shook his head then he left; I sighed and flopped in a chair as Dave went behind his desk.

          “I think that went well.” He said, I looked at him then grabbed my backpack and walked out of his office.

          When I got out of the law firm I grabbed my board that was surprisingly still by the doors, I plopped the skate board down and skated down the streets toward Checkered Records. I came back out with a CD my best friend, since eighth grade Alexis Cardinale, wanted. Thank god it wasn’t a certain jerk, jackass, and son of a bitch all mixed into one pop star celebrity.

I put the CD in the pocket of my Hillsdale Hornets sweater, next I went to the library to return a book and renew the book The Host so I could finish reading it. It was better than I thought it would be; finally I went to Lexy’s house. I was greeted by her dogs, Kasey and Madison, barking and licking and her mom. “Hey, Jenica.” I greeted, Jenica smiled and nodded upstairs.

          “She’s been waiting very impatiently.” She said, I smiled and went up stairs into Lexy’s room. I walked to the window, dropping her CD on her bed by her, then pulled a pack of cigarettes out and put one between my lips; I lit it the same time Alexis let out a squeal of joy. I looked at her frame as she checked out the newest CD of One Direction’s collaboration with Big Time Rush.

She was just like I left her last night, 5’3 with dirty blonde hair and attitude. Today she was wearing a white camisole, her black Hillsdale track jacket, and navy blue sweats. It was smart fashion choice for the late August evening.

          “I heard they were sold out, bro you rock!” She squealed, she turned toward me and frowned once she saw the  cigarette between my lips; she raised her eye brow in questioning.

          “Third.” I responded to her unspoken question, she sighed and shook her head. “Hey, at least it’s better than a dozen a day.” I said defensively, she grimaced and nodded.

          “True, so did you meet with that detective dude or whatever?” She asked, she handed me an ashtray when my ash got too long; I flicked the ash in and inhaled deep again then I nodded.

          “Yeah, and it’s an attorney Lex.” I corrected her, she shrugged and pulled the plastic wrap away from the newly purchased CD.

          “Whatever, what’s his name?” She asked, I crushed the cigarette then lit another one.

          “Scott Handlin, and if he can’t crush Bieber then hell I don’t know who can.” I admitted, Alexis frown at the last part of my statement. You see Alexis has, what everybody knows well as, Bieber fever. Once I told her the issue with him she squealed with joy and claimed that she so wanted my life, if only she knew what really happened on in my life she wouldn’t be saying that.

I still hadn’t told her a lot of things that had happened to me as a small innocent child, I had a lot of chances to but I just couldn’t make the words come out of my mouth. Part of me was still scared that my father, Anthony Valdez, would come after me if I told anyone. And if he couldn’t hurt me then… hell I didn’t even want to think about it.

I cleared my throat then took out my buzzing cell phone, it was a text message from Dave; Come home it said, I huffed and looked at Lexy. “Sorry Lex, gotta go.” I said, she frowned and held out her fist; I bumped it and walked out the door.

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