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||He saved me...?|| |PART FOUR| Thomas X O.C.

              Finally we arrived at the police station at around 12:00 in the afternoon and when we got out of the car, I saw the police officer who questioned me and he waved in greeting. Thomas and I waved back and we walked into the main entrance. When we walked in, two cops walked over to us, weirdly already knowing why we were there.

            "Shall we do the ID part first or the questions first? Up to you, kid." He said, a friendly smile showing on his lips.

            "ID part... to get it over with, please," I looked down in embarrassment of my terrible people skills.

           "Okay, follow me." We followed, as he asked, and walked through many hallways to get to the ID room. When we finally got there, I saw my mother staring at the glass with a cold glare as if she could see me when I knew she can't... maybe she knew I WOULD be there and stood this way and glared this way because of that. Knowing at some point she'd scare me with her evil glare.

            "Tommy... she knows I am here..." I hid behind him, knowing she probably heard me say this by the slight smirk that transferred to her face.

            "Al... it's okay, she wont be able to hurt you... not whilst I am around... okay?" He looked towards me and smiled a reassuring smile. 

           "Thanks Tommy..."

          "So... that her...?" I nodded and he ushered me out of the room and to the next room where they would question me in more detail about her abuse. While I was being questioned, I heard the screams of her voice yelling about how I am a lying stack of shit and would ruin anyone's life if I wanted to. She yelled about how I should've pulled the trigger and how the person who saved me was gonna be hurt by me and should leave me while his stupid self can. He stood up to go say something but I told him not to so instead he sat down and laid his head onto my shoulder and whispered comforting things to me to drown out her ramblings. 

           When she finally was gone, we continued to answer the questions they asked me. I told them about the daily beatings, the sexual abuse she made me go through by selling my body to anyone who she wanted to, the starvation and the drugs she fed to me when she finally let me eat something. The amount of times I tried to commit suicide but was saved only to get tortured for her own selfish pleasure. She never had anyone to have more kids with so I was her only source of pleasure. I spoke about the times she would only let me live so her pleasure would stay for as long as I was a kid with no way of living on my own. I talked about the threats she put on the people I loved most so I wouldn't report her. I talked about the lies I told my teachers and counselors and friends to keep them alive. By the end I had gone through three tissue boxes and had left the room for a cigarette twice. Tommy was a great support but now I was worried I had tied him into the screw up called my life. I never wanted to hurt him and now he's destined to get hurt because of me.   

   (A/N: I am crying because throughout this whole chapter I listened to the song "To my parents" and so all I can think of is how I totally fucked up my relationship with mine so that's why it got progressively more and more depressing... so, yeah. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!)