All is faith in love and hate

Arrested

After he showed me around and introduced me to everyone we sat down and talked. He was polite, but I could tell he was scared of me. I didn't ask many questions and neither did he, so what we mostly talked about was my hair and the fact it was green, red, purple, and blue striped. "So, is the black natural?" He asked right before I was about to leave. It was already midnight.

"Yeah, what about yours?"

"Oh, this old blonde mop." He laughed, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, all my own."

"Well, I'd better head home."

"You can't stay the night? We have an extra room." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I had to ask.

"Are you sure. I mean, who would want 'mama killer' in their house?"

"Well, I'm sure that's only in your past."

"So, you think I did it?" I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded.

"I-I'm not sure what else to think."

"I figured. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, sir." I said and started for the door.

"Did you?"

"What?" I stopped dead in my tracks. Nobody at school had ever asked me if I did it. Not until now. I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. "No, I didn't." I said and opened the door. I jumped in my car and drove home. For the first time in three months I cried. I cried all the way home and sat outside of my house until I couldn't cry anymore. I remembered the night. All the blood. All the screaming. Somehow I found more tears to cry. It was two in the morning when I finally walked inside. "Where you been? Whoring around?" My dad was blocking the hallway to my room.

"No, I got a job."

"Yeah, right slut."

"Whatever, I need to go to sleep. I have school in the morning."

"Sure, if you can walk by me." I nodded and walked over to him. I knew what was going to happen, but for some reason I figured I could dodge it. I was wrong. Once I got close enough he swung back and punched me as hard as he could on my cheek. I fell to the floor, clutching my face. "Fucking slut." He said and stepped over me. He headed to his room, mumbling about how bitchy I was. Once I heard the door close I scrambled to my room and locked the door. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number I knew and loved. "Detective Morgan, how may I be of assistance?"

"Hey, Terry it's Tess. He did it again and I'm sure he left a bruise. Is that enough?"

"It should be. I'll be over there as soon as I can, just make sure he doesn't leave."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." He hung up and I waited for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minuets. I saw the red and blue lights outside. I unlocked my bedroom and raced outside into the arms of Terry. He held me as the cops headed inside. Terry was my godfather, but he was more like a father to me. He was 6'1 and had long brown hair. He looked like a movie star would get surgery to look like. "Look at me." I did as he asked. "That is the last straw. That man is going to jail. Do you want to stay here or came back to the station with me?"

"I'll stay here. I have school tomorrow and I have to get to work after school."

"Alright, you better get some rest. We'll be out of your hair in a jiffy." Did I also mention he was from London, England. He hadn't lost his accent, even though he'd been here for five years. I nodded and walked back inside. They wanted a statement from me, but Terry told them it wasn't a good idea and they could get it over the weekend. It was hard to get to sleep, but I finally managed it.