The detention room

The Truth is Revealed and Allie is NOT Happy About it

"Spill. "

I sighed/whimpered.

"Please let's just go.."

"No. Please. I knew something was up. Tell me, please"

I sighed. So I told her. I told her everything. About my father, about my missing, presumed dead by me, brothers, the beer, the pants, the scars. Everything.

And she listened. She didn't judge, she didn't interrupt, she just listened. After I finished, she turned forward. Silence fell. Softly she spoke.

"Roll up your sleeves. " It wasn't a command or an order. But more a request and one I was willing to fulfill.

I rolled up the sleeves and revealed the scars that littered my forearms. She looked them over for a second then rotated back forward.

Suddenly she started the car, anger clear on her features.

"W-where are we going?" I whimpered. Her expression softened

"First, to the police, second to your house to pack your bags, third, to my house to stay over. Oh maybe to the store for snacks. What's your favorite candy"

"I've never tried any.." I admitted sheepishly. Allie damn near got whiplash with the way she whipped her head around.

"Well we need to fix that.." she say softly as she pulled into the police station.

*time skip to after Allie reported John to police*

I nervously followed the police officer up the driveway. He knocked on the door. My father opened the door and growled when he saw me, then gestured to the officer

"What's this about" he asked gruffly. The officer cleared his throat professionally.

"Sir you are under arrest for the charges of child abuse. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you at court. Come with me sir. "

While the officer was talking, he snapped a pair of shiny handcuffs onto da-John's wrists. John glared at me when he finished. As the kind officer began leading him down the drive way, john started to drunkenly, angrily, spew words and profanities at me.

"YOU LITTLE B****. OUT OF ALL MY CHILDREN YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS. I AM ASHAMED TO CALL YOU MY DAUGHTER. YOU NEVER HAVE BEEN OR EVER WILL BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN AN USELESS B****!" Then he was haphazardly pushed into the back of the cruiser, cutting off his slurred words.

Hot tears raced down my face as his words hit hard. Allie gently put her hand on my shoulder.
"Cmon. Let's go pack up your stuff." I walked inside. I began softly singing to myself as I walked around with Allie.

This was the household of my childhood.
These were the faded walls I knew.
These were the cubbyhole I hid in.
These were halls in which I grew.
These were the places I played hide and seek.
These were the places I loved.
This was the place she made us breakfast.
This was the bedroom they shared
This was the room my mother died in
This was the place they hoped to leave.
This was place I missed them dearly.
This is the place I cried for hours.
These is not the place I know now.
I know now.
That the household of my childhood
is gone.

Welp. Hope you liked that. I wrote that little poem at the end there while on a plane. Well rn I'm still on said plane. So. Planes. Lemme know what you think!

Ps Well still on the plane and I can't publish cause I need wifi. Oh well guess it'll be a little later than I hoped. Does anyone actually read these? Hm.

Pps I woke up at 3 am to get on a flight. So I apologize if the later parts aren't as good.

This is publishing Mika and wow. That's kinda bad writing. But I'm gonna post it cause you deserve plot! And a story! I may rewrite this if y'all want but rn I'll get started on the next chapter.

Ps should I enter in the Wattys?

Hugs and kisses,
-Mika ;3