✓ | FINDING YOU (oc!)

SIXTEEN

↳ just a quick authors note. this scene depicts a police headquarters, an interrogation, and i have never experienced one of these so it is completely made up.

"tears come from the heart. not the brain"

✧･ﾟ: * questions, questions, questions *:･ﾟ✧

J A C O B

addison and i get out of the uber and run to the doors. i'm praying that no one sees me. the amber alert is bad enough. inside, the receptionist recognizes me and immediately leads to an empty room. there is a police officer inside the room. he gets up and shakes my hand.

"nice to see you jacob," he says sitting back down, "i'm officer randy."

"nice to meet you sir," i say extremely self-conscious.

"now who is this young lady?"

"this is one of my best friends addison monell."

"it's nice to meet you addison," the officer says shaking her hand.

"it's nice to meet you too sir," addison responds, "do we sit here?"

"please do."

addison and i sit down. i look around the room. it had a cold feeling. blank white walls, a wood table that addison and i are sitting at and the cold plastic chairs we're sitting on.

"so jacob, why didn't you tell the police eariler," the officer asks.

"because i was dealing just fine, i didn't want career to be ruined, and i didn't want to be put in foster care," i respond.

"don't you have any other family?"

"none that i know of."

"not your mom?"

"i don't know where my mom is. i don't know what happened to their relationship."

"your dad never told you?"

"nope, he was always too drunk."

"drunk you say..."

"he's always been a heavy drinker."

"okay. how long has this abuse been going on?"

"most of my life. but it got worse once my career started to grow."

"and do you know why?"

"i assumed it was monetary related, he would beat me until i gave him money."

"and what would he do with the money?"

"buy more alcohol."

"okay. do you mind explaining how he abused you."

"sure. when i was younger it used to be just some slapping. if he was really drunk he would kick me. as i got older he started hitting me with beer bottles or whatever else was in the room. and right before i ran away he started whipping me with his belt."

"okay. so this has been happening most of your life."

"yes."

"have you ever experienced nightmares or any other types of trauma because of his abuse?"

"not really. i sometimes have nightmares but not often. i'm not sensitive to noises or actions."

"is there anyone that's witnessed the abuse?"

"only the aftermath."

"and who has witnessed that?"

"addison and my friend samantha."

"addison, since you're here, how have you witnessed it?"

"we used to date a couple years ago and there were a couple times where he would be in so much pain that after his dad left his house i would have to go over to house and clean him up," addison repsonds.

"what about samantha?"

"a couple weeks ago my dad hit me with a beer bottle and i had scratches all of my face and we facetimed after and she pressed it out of me," i respond.

"do any of your other friends know?"

"i told them yesterday."

"why didn't you tell them?"

"because i didn't want them to think less of me."

"okay. i have no more questions. thank you for your time jacob and do have any questions for me?"

"where's my dad?"

"he's in jail waiting for a trial. will you be able to pay for attorney?"

"yes. also what happens if he loses the trial?"

"there are a number of charges that could be filed. everything from a fine to loose of custody to prison time. everything is up to the jury."

"okay. thank you."

we stand up and he shakes our hands, "good luck jacob."

"thank you," i respond.

addison and i walk out of the room and i call the uber right away.

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