Afriad To Trust

Chapter 27

Hey guys here's chapter 27. Long chappie. Enjoy!

Recap:

"No, no you're not in trouble, are you RoseMarie Collins?"

"Y-yeah I am. What can I help you with?"

"Well...You see..."

RoseMaries POV

"I see what?" I asked getting agitated by the second.

"May we come in?" Asked the other cop.

I opened the door wider and gestured with my hand saying come in.

"Hey whose here, Ro?" Niall called out. He peeked his head out from the kitchen while stuffing a piece of biscuit into his mouth.

"The cops." I replied back like it was the most natural thing.

"The cops?!?!" Liam angrily yelled out.

I heard some things being slammed down, the kitchen door swung open with a furious Liam.

"Liam calm do-" I was cut off by Liam's yelling.

"What did you do this time? Why can't you behave for once in you life? It's not that difficult!" His accent got deeper with every word he said.

Yep I made Liam that mad by simply saying The Cops. Crazy, right?

"Miss. Collins we found your mother, Cassie Collins deceased in the woods a week ago."

"A week ago...You're just telling me now?"

"We couldn't find you, we went through your records."

I become uncomfortable in the presence of two cops. I became fidgety, my trembling hands were placed underneath my thighs.

"W-what did you find in my records?" I asked.

"That your mother abused you verbally and physically. You've been brought to the hospital a least 7 times in the past three years by random strangers. Can you explain what happened?"

"No." I stated.

"And how come?" He quizzed me.

"I just can't."

"Yes, you can, she's dead. She can't hurt you anymore."

"I know that but I still can't."

I sighed hopelessly I really wanted to tell them but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Why can't you, Rosie?" Zayn piped in.

"I just can't okay!" I shouted out, getting frustrated by the minute.

Shock was written on their faces.

"I've gotta go." I stood up hastily and made a run for the door.

I ripped the door open, I was met with fresh air, a freezing breeze blew the trees and tassled my hair. I ran off down the concrete path, people shouting at me to come back. No way in hell was I going back. I hated being questioned like I was some criminal. Okay, technically I was a criminal, I did kill my mom. I beat her to death. They can't know that what happened in those 6 months before child services came and took me away. Let's just say she didn't feed me, abused me verbally and physically. Some of the things she did to me are images I can't get outta my head.