Deanna's pov
Pete gripped my hand tighter as I continued, "He started abusing me whenever he had custody. He acted sane so he could have someone to push around. He'd always be in the basement with music blasting. Before I went down to get him for dinner. I saw the 3 girls knocked out. The music got lower I ran upstairs. I was telling Pete, my half brother Patrick and my best friend Liz what happened when my dad came upstairs and heard me. I made them leave and my dad got in a few good hits. I kicked him in the nuts and ran into the basement. I locked the door and cut the rope around the women's wrists and ankles. I looked around for other girls but I just found bodies. I got the girls to get a chair in front of the window. I broke it with my cast and helped them out. I made sure they didn't get cut on the glass and when I was climbing out the basement door broke. So I rushed and got cut. I took out my phone and called 911 before taking the girls through a short cut in the woods to my friend Liz's house. Her and Patrick took them here. I went back to see what was going on and Pete followed to make sure I was alright. You guys know the rest."
She nodded and finished writing something down before replying, "Okay. Thank you. Feel better." I thanked her and they walked out. Pete wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into his chest. The way he looked when I told the story. He feels my pain. He knows what I mean. Because he's felt it.
Pete's pov -----hours later-----
I said goodbye to Deanna since she made me leave and I made my way to my car.
I got in and put my seat belt on before leaning my head back and sighing. I hit the steering wheel gently with the side of my fist before I turned on the car.
After about 15 minutes I pulled up to my house. I heard my parents fighting again. I took the key of of the ignition and grabbed my back pack and back that had my clothes in it. I haven't been home.
The door swung open and I caught it with my foot as I walked through and gently kicked it shut. I heard screaming and I dropped my bag and ran into the kitchen. My step dad was on top of my mom beating her. I ran over and shoved him off yelling,
"Get the fuck out! Now! Get out of my dad's house!"
He clocked me saying, "Shut the fuck up!"
"No! Listen to me jackass! My dad left me this house and when I turn 18 this is mine! And you'll be fucking out! Now leave!" I yelled back.
He pinned me to the wall by my throat growling, "You listen to me. Until you're 18 I'm the boss of you and your bitch of a mother. Now shut the fuck up." I was starting to get black spots in front of my eyes as he applied pressure to my throat. I kneed him in the crotch and shoved him back. I raced to my mom who had bruises all over her arms and face. Like I did. I covered mine. I grabbed my cell and dialed 911.
As I was telling the operator my step dad grabbed me and threw me into the table. I dropped my phone and my mom grabbed it and continued talking. The bastard went after her and I tackled him and he punched my jaw. I stumbled back and I heard sirens.
I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth chuckling, "You're gonna rot in a call bastard." Someone knocked and before I could move to get it my step dad slammed me against the wall so I hit my head. I grabbed his leg and pulled myself up. I punched him in the jaw and ran to the door.
I let the officer in gasping, "Hey. Umm my mom needs medical attention." The officer radioed for back up and ran in after my step dad ran from the side tackling me.
Me and my step dad struggled for a minute before the officer got him off me. He shoved him into a wall and cuffed him as I heard more sirens. A few more cops walked in and 4 paramedics. 2 went to my mom 2 came to me.
I got a text from Trick and quickly replied. The paramedics were just looking at my old bruises and my new injuries. The worst I got was a concussion.
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I was talking to the cops and someone knocked. I walked over and opened the door. Trick, and Liz stood there.
"Patrick knew something was up when you texted him back so fast." Liz smiled. Yeah I never reply right away.
I nodded saying, "Okay. Yeah there are cops in my house for the same reasons Dee's in the hospital. My mom's now in the hospital for the same reason. So yeah." An officer walked past me saying,
"You have a court date Tuesday." I nodded and they all left.
Patrick sighed before saying, "You're not staying here alone. And we have some bad news about Deanna." My heart dropped.
I looked at them with wide eyes asking, "What happened?"
Liz sighed before saying, "She has to go to an orphanage out of the state. Since she's still a minor. Patrick's mom offered to take her in. But they declined. The only reason she has to go is because her mom's in the hospital."
"How far out of state?" I asked.
My heart sunk as Patrick whispered, "Connecticut."
