heaven - pheacker.

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eliza thrashed and screamed in the police officers arms as they cuffed her. the office dragged her out of the room, but she wasn't going out that easy.
she lifted her foot up before stepping down on the officers foot with her heel, hard.
the officer cried out in pain, letting her go and stumbling back. eliza took this chance to run towards the front door, which was still open from when the officers forced their way in.

she quickly ran out, but was rougly grabbed and shoved to the ground.
"where the hell do you think you're going? you think he didn't come with backup?" another police officer growled out, forcing her to stand up.

eliza screamed and thrashed, but it was no use.

"im coming for you, philip! do you hear me? when i get out, im going to get you!" she screeched into the house, a large smirk on her face as she bursted into a fit of laughter.

"shut up," he hissed, pushing her into the police car before closing the door.
"crazy bitch.." he muttered before walking back into the house to help the other police officer.

the police officer inside the house seemed to be struggling with something.
"hey, hey! my name's officer james. im not here to hurt you, philip. your mom is in the police car. she's going to jail, son. you have nothing to worry about." he cooed softly, comforting the small teenage boy in his arms.

philip sobbed into officer james' chest, holding onto him like his life depended on it. she was gone, she was finally gone. no more beatings,
no more coming home drunk, no more being locked in the basement for days. its over.

the small boy would celebrate, but his body hurt. he felt like everything was broken. he had bruises and cuts all over his body, and he had a big black eye on his face and a swollen cheek.
before the police arrived, he was getting a beat down by his mother, like always. but this time, it was worse. worse than any other time.

she wouldn't stop kicking and punching him. it was like she was trying to beat him to death. luckily, one of the neighbors heard his screams and cries for help and called the police.

"cmon, theres an ambulance right outside, okay? they're gonna help you." officer james said softly, standing up to go call the peramedics in, but philip wouldnt let go of him.

"hey, you need to let go so i can go get you some help, alright?"

philip quickly shook his head, letting out a small whimper.

"okay, its okay. ill stay. let me just call for my partner to get the paramedics."

philip just nodded in response, sniffling as he hid his face in the officers chest. he felt safe, cared for. like a father would for his son.

it's not like he didnt have a father or any family. they left a while ago and offered for philip to come with them, but of course being the fucking idiot he was, he declined. he wanted to stay and help his mother get better, but look where that got him.

he tried to leave multiple times after the abuse started, but he was always caught by his mother which resulted in.. 'punishment.' she never let him contact his siblings or his father either. she just kept him isolated and locked up in the house. he was even homeschooled so he couldnt go out.

"hey carl! could you call the paramedics in?" he called to his partner who was standing in the doorway.

his partner nodded and quickly went out to get the paramedics, then came back a few minutes later.

"philip, the paramedics are here to help you, okay? ill be with you in the ambulance the whole time."

philip nodded and let go of james so that the paramedics could put him on a stretcher.

they took philip into the ambulance, james hopping in behind them.

"where is my son?! philip?!" someone shouted.

"mr. hamilton? sir, you cant be here!" officer carl shouted, trying to hold alexander back.

"i don't give a flying fuck! my son is in that ambulance and im going with him!" he snapped, shoving past the officer and hopping into the ambulance.

"p-pa?.." philip said weakly, looking up at his father.

"philip.." alexander gasped, holding onto his sons hand for dear life. "god... i should've came and checked up on you.. i knew something was wrong when you stopped calling!"

"i-i did exactly as you said, pa.. i held my head up high.. i-i tried to help her.."

"i know, i know."

"i t-tried.."

"shh, i know. you did everything just right." alexander tried to reassure him.

"even when she came home drunk.."

"i know, shh.. save your strength and stay alive. im proud of you, you tried your best."

that was the last thing philip heard before he passed out.