Never Alone || Fourtris

Chapter 3

The police knock on the door really loud.

"Open Up!," one of them yells. My dad walks over to answer the door and tells my mom to back away.

"Can I help you officer?," my dad asks calmly.

"You are under arrest for child abuse!," yells the police officer.

My dad stands there for a moment then starts sprinting into the kitchen, but the police man caught him before he could turn to the backyard.

Panic struck me, Caleb is upstairs crying. I run towards the direction of the stairs, but I run right into someones arm. It was a mans arm, I punch and scratch it. He keeps trying to tell me something, but I can't here him clearly.

"Let me go!," I yell.

"Wait, my name is Paul." he says.

I bite down on his arm and he releases me. I run out to the backyard, all the way to the back where the fence is separating me and the road. I start climbing the fence as fast I can. I feel someone put their hands on my hips and pull on me. I keep my grip on the fence as tight as possible. Suddenly I feel a stinging pain against the palm of my hand. He carries me back while I punch his shoulder and kick the air, making it hard for him to take me. He dropped me on the couch and I try running away.

"Let us explain," Paul says, he looks tired.

I glared at him for a while. I look outside and see my mom screaming at the officer to let my dad go. I stare at the floor listening to the screams and cries. Is it worth leaving this place?

"Fine," I say.

"Your Dad is going away for a little while. Im a social worker. Do you know what that is?," Paul asks.

"I'm ten, not stupid," I say.

"Well.....You're going to be staying in a new home for a while," he says.

"Who told you about everything?," I ask

"I don't know, some lady called the police and the police contacted me. Go pack the things you need like cloths," he says.

I get up from the couch and jog upstairs. I slow down and walk to Caleb's room, and find him sitting in his crib with his eyes red and tear streaks in his cheeks.

"Aww. Its ok baby. Tris is here," I say while picking him up and and set him on the chair.

I pull the suitcases out from under his crib and start putting his clothes in his. Caleb climbs down the chair and heads for the door, I grab him and set him on my lap. He sits quietly playing with his stuffed tiger, Tiger Lily. I named it that when I was three, when I was watching Peter Pan. It was the first movie I watched and I like the name.

I lift Caleb off my lap and walk to my room, Caleb following behind. I grab the little about of cloths I have and put it into my suitcase. I change Caleb into his warm pants and put his sweater on. I put on the only jacket I have and my old Chuck Taylors. I zip up both suitcases and grab them both.

"Come on Caleb," I say and walk downstairs with Caleb at my side.

"We're ready," I say, my throat feeling clogged up.

Two police men help me with the suitcases, I pick Caleb up and follow them outside. I follow Paul to the car, ignoring my mom's yelling. Right when I get in the car, I feel tugging at Caleb. Paul was pulling Caleb away from me.

"Hey! What are you doing!," I yell.

"He has to go to another foster system," Paul says struggling to rip my grip from Caleb.