Dysfunctional

13

I held Cassie's hand tightly as we walked into the police station. We walked up to the desk as the lady looked up.

"How can I help you guys?" She asked. Her accent was different. She must have been American.

"My girlfriend here, she needs help." I said softly rubbing my thumb over her hand gently.

"I'm-I'm in an abusive home," She mumbled. Tears sliding down her cheeks.

I pulled her closer, she buried her head into my side as I held her. The officer gave us a sympathetic look. "We need proof," she stated.

Cassie pulled away and lifted up her shirt in the back. She showed the officer her back. There were bruises and scars all over. I had never seen these before. Some were fairly old and some were extremely new. I held her tightly as she cried into my chest.

The officer nodded as she gave us paperwork. "Fill these out to the best of your abilities with everything you have ever known. We will take care of this and I will need to call social services, I presume your still a minor?"

"I'm seventeen," Cassie whispered.

The officer nodded as she handed me the paperwork. "We will do everything we can," she assured us. I nodded and thanked her as I brought Cassie over to the canoes to fill out the paperwork.

She was still crying slightly. I held her close as she looked at the paperwork. It asked to explain any and all experiences.

"I can't relive this," She cried.

"You need to baby," I whispered.

"It's too much,"

"I'm right here I'll help you okay?"

She nodded as I have her the paperwork and a pen. She slowly began filling out the work. Soon she was done, she was crying violently now. These memories too much for her. I set her in my lap as she cried into my shoulder.

I rocked her back and forth in my arms. I held her close as I whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

"Everything is going to okay," I whispered.

She nodded as I set her down on the couch and brought the paper work up to the desk.

"A detective will be with you guys shortly." she smiled.

"Thank you so much," I smiled.

I went back to Cassie and pulled her back into my lap. She held onto me tightly. Soon a detective came into the room.

"Hewitt?" He asked.

We stood up and we met up with the detective. "Is it okay if I come too?" I asked.

"Have you witnessed any of this?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Okay right this way," he said.