Sure you Can Have my Autograph!

4

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The next morning I made myself a bowl of the serial mother never let me have and then went out front. The front yard was all full of weeds and dead grass, but the nabors yards were soft and green with only weeds that bared themselves up in the corners of the bricks of the house. I went to the nabors yard and rolled all around in the soft itchy little grass giggling all the way.

“Hey what are you- oh my god!” I heard a high voice from behind me screech.

I bolted up staring at the small young women standing on a white wood porch up at the house. She rushed over to me, her short red curly bob bouncing as she went.

“Hun what's all over you?!”

“Blood,” I said bluntly.

“Well I can see that, from what?! Heres your parents.”

“From my mom, she’s dead. She finally had to many drinks I guess. She was always drinking, and hitting, and punching, and screaming. But now she’s just doing nothing, just laying in the living room not doing anything. Now she can’t hurt me anymore.”

“Oh my god, Fred call 911 hurry!”

The lady rushed me into her house, the walls were a bright yellow and she had the fancy tables with the white lassie covers and the pretty crystal vases with that only fit a single flower. Just like what you would see in the movie scenes with rich people. She took me into her bathroom which was painted a light blue and decorated with shells. She washed all the dried blood away leaving my bruises out to see. Her eyes widened and filled with tears.

“Oh hunny, what did she do to you,” she whispered.

Within the hour police in there cars with big flashing lights showed up outside. Two man can to this house and the rest went to mine.

“Are they gonna take my stuffies?”

“No hun, not at all, there just here to help don’t worry.”

A tall thin, blond headed man let the two coming to the house inside. They both wore the same outfits, a white button up shirt tucked into jet black pants with thick belts and little loop things on their hips.

“Hey there,” one of them said crouching down to my level, “I’m officer Denzel and this is officer Biglet, are you okay with us asking you some questions?”

I nodded slightly.

“Awesome, is the lady next door your mom?”

I nodd.

“And is she the one that gave you all of these?” he pointed to one of the bruises on my arm.

I nodd.

His eyes sadden ever so slightly, “I’m sorry, mommies ain't supposed to do that are they? But we’re gonna make sure that no one ever does this again okay?”

“Now we have one more question for you, do you know what happens to your mom?”

“She had too many drinks,” I said simply.

“Alright, thank you.”

“You can go with officer Biglet now and he’s going to make sure your okay alright?”

I smile slightly and walk with officer Biglet to the car, he let me turn on the lights.