My name is Chelsea- Rose Wilcox. I looked out the window and watched the scene below unfold. The police car in front of my house, or should I say my mother's house, had drawn the nosey neighbors to spectate outside. I scoffed at them, most of them self- proclaimed Christians. They had no right to pry into my family's private life. But then again her family was making a scene.
"You can't do this!" Her father shouted as the sheriff led him toward the backseat of the car. He struggled against the man's grip on him, "Who's going to protect this family!?" He shouted.
My little brother and mother were holding each other on the front steps of our porch. My brother sobbing into my mother's blouse. I shook my head. My mother was right on the verge of breaking down. But I knew he deserved this.
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The Right to Remain Silent
Teen FictionChelsea- Rose Wilcox was always the good girl on the block. She had the perfect look, the perfect grades, the perfect church attendence, and even the perfect family. She had it all and she loved everyone and everyone loved her. That is until he move...
