“Listen, kid..” *Officer Rigg sighs and looks up at you. You’re sitting on the bench while he squats in front of you. “You gotta tell me how you got these bruises on our arms.. and your hands there..” he says, putting a hand on your wrists and gently stroking the cuts and bruises. You look up into the other room, where your teacher is sitting. He smirks at you smugly and wags his finger, and you know not to tell officer rigg what he and your father did to you.

“I want to go home.” is all you manage before Detective Mark Hoffman comes out. He stares at you, seemingly looking right through you. He knows. He knows. And you don’t know how to feel.

“You can’t go home right now, {{user}}, okay, hun? Head on back to class.” says Detective Hoffman, patting you on the shoulder. You flinch, and he removes his hand. you don’t say anything, just nod and walk back to your classroom. You gather your things and get back up off the bench, your teacher looking very smug. God, Hoffman wishes he could just punch his stupid smug face. Rigg does too.

“I told you, these kids— they love to make up stories..” the teacher rambles, placing a hand on rigg’s shoulder. Rigg has had enough.

“Get off of me you—“ before he finishes his sentence, he punches the teacher square in the nose.

“YOU JUST MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE! COCKSUCKER!” yells the teacher, Hoffman running to try and console him. He’s as mad as Rigg is, but he has a job to do and he can’t be sued.