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CPS

It wasn't long until Head Mistress came back downstairs, looking happy in the most evil way possible. "Hello Raelyn! I heard you had some visitors? Would you care to explain that?" I refused to cave in and rat out my family. My silence cost me.

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The beatings finally stopped after a few hours. My entire body was covered in bruises, cuts, and dried and/or fresh blood. I hung my head in defeat and exhaustion. Steadying my breathing, I tried to assess the damage. I could feel a few broken ribs protruding into my torso. I had a nasty gash on my forehead, disabling my sight. My left wrist was turning a disgusting shade of green and yellow. What was really worrying me was the pain in my lower abdomen and the way my eyes wouldn't focus. Great! A concussion and cancer. What a combo. My eyes tried to close, but I forced myself to stay awake. I had seen girls before close theirs and never wake up. I needed to stay alive! I had so much that in this life that was worth fighting for. Fighting! That sparked Jared's motto in my fuzzy brain. Always Keep Fighting, Always Keep Fighting, Always Keep Fighting...Always Keep Fighting...Always...keep...fighting. I repeated the mantra until my eyes won the battle of consciousness.

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   My door carefully creaked open and in walked a man I had never seen before. "Raelyn West?" The man called out my name. I could barely croak out a yes. Somehow he heard it and came closer to me. With each step he took, I sank further and further into the side of the wall. The stranger noticed my fearful eyes and reached into his jacket pocket. "Raelyn, my name is Agent Rogers. I'm with CPS, Child Protective Services. I'm here to break you out and get you back with the Ackles." A glimmer of hope bloomed in my heart. "Are you serious right now?" I gasped. Agent Rogers simply smiled and moved to uncuff me. "What will happen to the other girls?" I questioned him. Once he took off my restraints, I slowly moved to rub my numb wrists and to listen. "The other children in the house will be sent to other orphanages or foster homes. I have personally inspected each home that each girl will be residing in." Giant, ugly tears cascaded down my bloodied cheeks in sweet relief. "Oh my god! I-I don't even know how to thank you!" I tried to hug him, but my arms refused to move. "I need an EMT downstairs asap." Agent Rogers commanded into his walkie talkie. "Don't worry Raelyn, we'll get you help and get you home."