Runaways

Chapter 12

Ali's P.O.V

"Hello again Ali." Captain Cragen smiled at me that's who she was speaking to. I can't look at him, he hates me as much as she does. "Please look at me." He knelt down next to me. "Ali. Why don't you like Olivia anymore?"
I looked up her eyes meeting mine. Did she really not know? I stood up and pulled one of the chairs to in front of Olivia. I stood on the chair and looked her in the eyes. I wanted us to be as equal as possible.
"Because she lied to me. She said that I'd be better off somewhere else with people who could 'support' me better."
She was unsuspecting. I could see it in her eyes.
"Ali it's not like that-"
"Don't do it Olivia! Stop telling me lies." I cut her off I couldn't take any more.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I didn't mean it." I think she's telling the truth.
"You know I wanted to stay with you. Forever." She looks at me calmly and just listens so I tell her more. "I wanted you to be my... my mum." I put my hand to my face and push her hair out of her eyes so that I could see the raw emotion. "But worst of all, I trusted you."
I could tell she was about to cry. "I forgive you." I reached forwards and hugged her. She was so nice she didn't deserve me being mean to her, even if she didn't want me.
I let go and jumped off the chair before putting it back under the table. "If its okay with you I'd like to stay with you." I had a feeling what the answer would be but felt the need to ask.
A smile spread across her face. She walked over to me and scooped me up hugging my body. "You can stay with me for as long as the law allows." I smiled.
Captain Cragen came over and said that I had to have a psych evaluation. Whatever that is. So Olivia put me down and told me that a man was going to come and speak to me but it was okay because he was one of the good guys like her. She said he was going to ask me questions and I had to answer them honestly. I nodded.

Olivia left the room and 10 minutes later in came a Chinese man who introduced himself as George Haung before asking if he could sit. I nodded and he sat facing me. "Do you like to draw?" He asked grabbing some crayons and paper from the side. I nodded. "Okay so why don't you draw your room at home."
"Which home?" I whispered.
"Which ever one you feel is your real home."
I picked up the crayon and began to draw my bedroom at Olivia's house.
"Okay now where's that?" he looked at the drawing observantly.
"It's my home."
"Who do you live with in your home?"
I looked down at a fresh piece of paper and began drawing. First the head then the body then the clothes and other features.
"Whose that?" He asked.
I smiled and wrote her name. Olivia.
Dr Haung then went on to ask me about my dad, my mum, my dads friends and Olivia.
About an hour later he left and Olivia came back in. She picked up the drawing of her and smiled.
"You can have it if you want." I offered seeing how much it meant to her.
She nodded. "Thank you."