Victim *open*

When I was little, I was abused. One day one of my neighbors had been leaving our house and I wailed out in pain, out of concern they called the police, this not being the first time, and all the bruises were strange. The policeman came with his 12 year old son. My mother made me stay upstairs until my father called us down. I walked downstairs directly behind my mother because I was not allowed any other way. I was only 5. My mom stopped and pulled me around her so that they could see me. I refused to look at them directly. "Hello, little Angel, how are you?" the policemen asked. "I'm ok," I mumbled and my dad had a flash of irritation in his eyes. "Can you tell me about these bruises? And why you cried out so harshly?" he continued. "I fell down," I mumbled again. After that I was taken away for 3 months, then given back because they had no solid signs of abuse. I got beat again bad the night of my return. Now it is 11 years later, and I am once again seeing the policemen's son for yet another abuse call. Will I tell him everything?

Name: Angel William
Age: 16
Occupation: part-time cashier at MacDonald's
Grade: 10
Bio: more to come
Pic:https://i.servimg.com/u/f56/17/10/52/53/th6bid10.jpg

Could I join?

Sure, I can't stay though because we're at the movies so I'm killing time.

(Thats okay!)

Name: Korey Lecter
Age:18
Ocuppation: Part-time worker at Wal-Mart
Grade:12
Bio: It will be revealed later on... For now Korey is just known as the Chief of Police's son, no one really knows what he's all about.
Looks: He has short light brown hair with gray/blue eyes, he stands to be about 6 ft tall, and has a well built frame.

(OK so a quick run down of how to start. I usually have the boy care for her in some way, Cherry blossom has done this one and it was her idea, so when his father is called he asks to go to help. But I have also done one where we just went into it, but the son was much older and was on her case. But you don't need to change because I like the angles, and you can ask if that makes no sense(
I got up quietly and began to prepare for school. I put on my clothes then went upstairs quietly.

(Uh yeah that kinda confused me aha)

I rolled over and slapped my hand down on the snooze button on my alarm clock. The house was quite which meant my father was doing a double shift again,rubbing my eyes I got out of bed and lazily made my way to my bathroom.

(Different;people means that I get different views of the story)

I grabbed my bag and stuffed the small amount of cash in my pocket to eat today at school. Mother didn't lay out any food so I wasn't permitted to eat any this morning. I combed my hair a little but there wasn't any improvement. I walked out the door quietly then ran to try and catch a bus.

I had showered before getting dressed in my regular school uniform I ate some breakfast before heading out to my car. As I was driving to school I noticed a familiar looking face trying to catch a bus. Frowning slightly I pulled over to cruise along the side of the girl,"Angel Williams?"I asked.

I looked at him. "Yes?" I asked.

My face broke out into a smile,"It's me... Korey Lecter ... Officer Lecter came to your house a few years ago. I came with him, we helped you out remember?"I said.

I nodded, "I do. It's always something to remember when a policemen comes to your house." I kept praying he wouldn't believe the story and they'd take me away.

I gave her a small smile before I stopped the car slowly,"Well need a ride?"I asked opening up the passenger sides door.

My mom always told me never to take a ride with anyone, including someone I know. She said it would inconvenience them and I got in trouble for that, but if I was late then I caused other kinds of trouble so perhaps it would be easier to take it. I nodded, "OK." I got in and shut the door. As he drove off I buckled up and murmured a thank you.

I smiled at her and nodded as I drove us to school, parking in my usual spot I grabbed my bag from the back seat then looked at her,"So how are you doing Angel?"I asked, looking at her face searching for signs of her lying.

"I'm OK, I fell the other day and impacted on the kitchen counter that broke a rib," that for the most part was true. The counter did break it, and my parents took me to the hospital, but my teacher called because I had fallen asleep so my dad hit me. The bruise was able to be concealed by makeup but I chose not to wear it today since it was just a circle. When I noticed him looking at it I went to explain, "that happened one of the girls at school got angry. Her pig boyfriend stared at me and she didn't like it."

I looked forward, frowning,"What was her name?"I asked, my hands balling up slightly as she thought she was taking me for a fool. Ive seen enough abused victims come in and out of my father's office to know when I see one. But it wasn't my secret to pry into.

"I don't know she doesn't have any classes with me so I didn't ask," I said honestly. I didn't want to have him after anyone if they weren't to blame for this.

I looked at her , frowning before looking away,"What did she look like?"I asked, my throat felt like it was closing.

"All the girls look the same to me so I don't try to pay attention," I said.

I sighed and nodded,"Alright,"I whispered before opening my door,"well be careful Angel,"I said before I got out of my car and slung my back pack over my shoulder.

"You too," I said as I got out. I hurried inside to my locker before anyone could realize I was the one riding with him. I really didn't need that to get to my parents. Once I got my books and went to class.

I went to class sitting in the back I looked over my notes.

I put my head down as I waited for class to start. I somehow managed to keep my straight A streak while being beaten by my family. Class started and I sat quietly listening as I tried to ignore the pain in my face and side. Sometimes I could tell that everyone knew what went on at my house because when I was hoarse from screaming the teachers wouldn't call on me or even ask me to say here when attendance was called.

My first two classes were fine, but my third I got a bad stomach and a loud growl. My teacher gave me a granola bar that he always stashed for me, I was grateful but these teachers had a bad habit of getting tired and contacting my parents about feeding me. Right now he was on the line of doing that.

I walked into class's seeing the teacher lecturing Angel about how her parents need to feed her, and how he was going to contact them. Stepping in I looked between the two before saying,"Mr.Andersen I'll have my Dad go over and speak to them,"I said,"it is a health issue after all.. and neglect..."I finished casting her a look.

I looked at him. "I don't have time in the morning to raid our kitchen and catch a bus on top of everything I do. Mom and dad are always off to work and I don't have any devices to use as an alarm so I just hope I wake up with time to get to school," I said. Mr. Anderson looked me over seeing the usual deceit but giving in. "Then let me legally file a report with him, anonymously so she doesnt get any more trouble than she may," he said. "My parents are just putting pressure on me about scholarship opportunities."