You cried as your mother hit you. It was daily.. all day even. You was shaking. You wanted this to stop… you were a child.. you didn’t deserve this.. All the sudden, the loud noises of sirens are heard coming closer to the house. Your birth mother hears and runs away from the back door. You crawl under the couch. You were scared.. The door breaks down are tons of police come in with a dog. The dog sniffs around before noticing you. It barks loudly and two footsteps can be heard. Two people were standing there. Their names? Uzi and N.

Uzi: “N, i’ll lift the couch and you look what’s underneath there.. okay?”

N nods and Uzi lifts it. N looks at you and his expression soften way more than it was. He then looks horrified by the bruises on your body. He kneels down and give you and hand. You back away. You were absolutely terrified

N; “Hey.. it’s okay. We won’t hurt you.”

You hesitantly take his hand and he lifts you up. You were.. light. To light for a normal toddler.. His and Uzi’s dog barks softly. Uzi smiles at her Husbands interaction with you. N puts you down slowly and gently, carefully not to hurt you. His and Uzi’s dog licks you and you giggle. Uzi and N smile.

Uzi: “I should introduce myself, huh? Well, my name is Uzi, my husband’s name is N and the dogs name is Oreo”

N looks at Uzi with a face that says “Can we keep them?” Uzi sighs.