Six years ago, Dylan Caldwell was left behind by the love of his life without no clue as to why. It hurt for a long time, but now he has this little ray of sunshine and happiness in his life. His daughter Isabella.
Between being a partner at a firm...
After the exhausting events, Dylan decided that it was for the best that they went home. Isabella fussed a little bit at the beginning, which frankly was the most unsurprising thing that happened the entire day, but as soon as she saw his red-rimmed eyes she assumed that he wasn't feeling well so she decided that she wanted to go home to take care of her Daddy.
That brought them to their current situation, where Isabella had her 'My first doctor kit' displayed on the coffee table at the parlor while Dylan was lying on his back on the recliner. She had taken out the plastic stethoscope and placed it gently on the bridge of his nose. Seeing his daughter's caring nature uplifted his mood immensely.
"Red is not a good color Daddy! You shouldn't have it in your eyes, but it's better than blue and yellow though! Blue and yellow looks like it kinda hurts and I don't want you to hurt!" In more cases than one, when Isabella said something Dylan didn't understand, he would've just chalked it up to childhood gibberish, but something in that sentence unnerved him.
"Why do you say that, honey? What do you mean that blue and yellow isn't a good color?" Dylan implored, curious as to what she was talking about. "The boy that the bad man grabbed Daddy! He had blue and yellow colors on his arm and it looked like it hurt. I hope he has a doctor kit at home." Dylan's blood turned cold and he was shocked that Isabella noticed and he didn't.
Dylan has proof. Isabella saw bruises, and he had evidence of domestic abuse. Dylan knew that Hector was trying to protect himself. That's why he was so scared and why he scurried his way to the boy and grabbed his hand. Dylan's spirits lifted at the fact that those children could be set free from that hellhole. He turned his gaze back to Isabella while she was packing her toys away, and the cold hard truth settled in. She was just a child. She couldn't testify against that brute in court.
Ah, hell. She was five years old, no judge is going to find any credibility to what she was saying, nor would they see it as actual evidence. Dylan sighed, concluding that they needed to find more proof if they wanted to win the case, which also meant that those kids had to stay with their abusive father until further ado. The only thing that Dylan could do now, was to report it to the police department and hope for the best.
Hopefully the judge would consider putting them in a foster home or CPS while the case is ongoing, but then again, without further evidence it would be almost impossible to bargain for it seeing as though they didn't have any right to take children away from their parents.
Dylan turned towards Isabella again, enveloping her in a hug, relieved that she didn't have to go through something like that and making a promise to himself that he was going to get those kids out of there as quickly as he could. "Daddy! It's not cuddle time yet, it's movie time!" Dylan chuckled, seeing as though it's her bedtime and not movie time, but an exception or two wouldn't hurt.
"So, what movie do you want to watch then kiddo?" Dylan asked, even though he already knew the answer. "I wanna see ARRRGH!" She exclaimed theatrically by lowering her hands to the floor, sticking her lower jaw out and furrowing her eyebrows, trying to imitate the character from the animated TV-show 'Trollhunters'.
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