She walks in the wrong crowds, she dares life to try and hurt her. She will never show her true colors and will walk on the edge of life. Abused, Used and Dangerous are three words that describe Beatrice Prior's life perfectly. Peter, Al, Molly, Dre...
I hear the click and snapping of the cameras. Out of the corner of my eyes, I got to see the flashing lights signaling that another picture had been taken. I told Dr. Eaton that I would press charges against Andrew, they fully approve of my decision and Fours relief couldn't be any more evident. That was two days ago. Right now I'm in my prosecutor's office building letting some professionals from the company take pictures of my back for evidence. Dr. Eaton hired the best prosecutor he could find, seeing as they are a very rich family. When they finish taking the pictures we walk back into Mrs. Cunningham's personal office. I'm glad that Dr. Eaton hired a woman, I just wouldn't feel very comfortable talking to a guy about everything.
"So, Miss. Prior, could you please tell me everything about you father up until this very moment please."
"Ever since I was born he was never a very great father but at age 7 is when the abuse started. On the day I turned 7 Andrew came home at 7:00 drunk with a young drunk girl hanging off his arm. She seemed like she was in her early 20s and he was in his 30s. I told him that he was drunk and shouldn't have been driving, he immediately slapped me across the face both of them laughing at me. He told me to strip or he'd do something worse, so I did as he said, they just laughed harder. He shoved me into a closet for a couple hours. I couldn't see but I could hear just fine. The sounds were disgusting. after a couple hours, Andrew pulled me out of the closet still naked with tears running down my face. 'What are you crying about you rat, you need to learn a lesson.' He pulled out his belt and started to hit me with it, hard. Laughter a constant sound." I stop trying to pull myself back together. Fours in the chair to my left, his jaw pulled tight and muscles strained and hard glassy look deep in his eyes.
"The girl that he had over that night got pregnant she died in childbirth. Andrew wanted to keep it a secret not wanting his reputation to be tainted. It was a baby boy, Andrew never named the child. I named him Caleb. Caleb was kept downstairs in the basement only ever letting me go down to feed him. There was new girl almost every night, but I got the same treatment every time. Then he started to run for mayor and he stopped bringing girls home, but the beatings didn't. One day he told me to stop bring food down to Caleb and that he would do it instead. I thought he was because he brought food down every day. I never asked questions about Caleb because Andrew said that once I turned 18 then he would give me Caleb as long as I didn't ask questions or fight back, so I didn't. after I turned 15 the beatings got worse and he started to rape me." I go through the rest of the story of my life.
"Thank you, Miss. Prior for telling me everything that couldn't have been easy I will talk with your temporary guardian Dr. Eaton for a bit would you and the young Mr. Eaton take a step out of my office it'll take an hour tops you can go grab something to eat whatever you choose I will call Mr. Eaton where you can come back."
Four and I walk out of the room. Once we are a block away from the building Four stops abruptly.
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"Whats wrong?" I ask confused at his sudden action.
