I don't remember blacking out, but when I woke up I was in the back of a police patrol car, my father in the front seat "...d-dad" I mumbled
"Ah, you're awake! The officer told me to wait here until you woke up" he said with a hushed voice "...Can we go inside now?" I managed, my throat itched and my head hurt but I've had worse. We walked into the department, a police officer with a youngish face greeted us and sat us down in front of a small office "Wait here for me" he said, his voice held a weak but noticeable Australian accent. A few minutes passed and the officer reappeared "Um...Alen?" I nodded hesitantly "Alright, come with me please" He said closing a file folder, I walked into his office a bit scared, "Go on, you can sit, I don't bite, well not hard anyway" he joked with a sunshine smile and light chuckle "So, tell me." I sat in my seat, quiet "Come on now, this a private conversation between you and me only. Now tell me, what happened in that house?" I fiddled with my fingers, looking down into my bruised, burned hands "Hey...Come on now, I'm here to help" I thought back to all the nights I spent sleeping in the cold basement, the scraps of garbage she would make me eat, then...I felt the tears pour out with silent cries "Oh no..." he says shuffling over to me "I HATE IT THERE, SHE USED TO LOVE ME AND I WAS HAPPY...but then..." I composed myself, I couldn't let anything stop me from telling anyone all the horrors I had endured "it started when I was six...my dad and mom had been divorced for at least a month now...and she hadn't been handling it well each month that passed made thing worse, she would threaten him with my own well being" before I finished he pulled me in for a hug, I flinched and then relaxed, I hadn't been hugged by anyone in a while(excluding my dad earlier today, which was long overdue)
"I'm sorry"
"Why are you apologizing for...you've only been so nice to me ever since I stepped foot in this office" I whispered softly, his chin rested on my head and his hands caressed the small of my back, I missed this attention.
Soon, we started to chat about anything and everything he told me about a time he was patrolling a streetway one night, he said when he pulled them over he found some guy sleeping at the wheel with his friend sitting on top of him, gosh I can't remember the last time I've laughed so hard "Well, c'mon you dad is waiting for us" he smiled "Hey, pumpkin! Are you ok, did it go well" I nodded "Ohh good, c'mon let's take you home" I staggered, is he really gonna bring me back there "NO!" I screamed "W-what? What's wrong"
"I DON'T WANNA GO BACK, I CAN'T GO BACK, SHE'S CRUEL AND UNFAIR AND SO UNJUST, DAD PLEASE" He looked befuddled "what...do you really think I would ever send you back with your mom...baby, no...i want to spend as much time recollecting you" my dad said before pulling into a tight hug "..oh" we walked out of the depart hastily, but as we left the cop called after me "call me somtime!!" He yelled before tossing a plastic card my way, I fumble with but caught it "Ah, t-Thank you" I hollered back.
Things were finally turning around.
Ok so this chapter is pretty short mainly because I've been busy with school and art club but I will update longer chapters love y'all 😍
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Mr.Officer
FanfictionAlen is turning sixteen, though, not much is gonna change, what with all the abuse his mother throws his way (pun intended). What happens when he finally finds someone to heal his pain?
