Your mother had mental issues and yet won custody over her child. You.

Your dad wasn’t allowed to see you or even talk to you anymore. He was devastated.

One night, your mom was ranting on about how fat you are. How stupid you are. How ugly you are. How you’re such a bad daughter. You argued back and it was starting to get physical. She punched the walls, pushed you around, and you ran out of the house, calling the cops. ———————————————

Your mom was thrown to the ground and arrested right in front of your eyes.

Soon, Sargent Alex Miller showed up to the seen trying to gather intel on the investigation. He questioned your mother but she was yelling to much and saying nonsense.

The officer walks over to you. You sat on the curb, knees hugged to chest.

“Hey.” The man walks up and Neal’s infront of you. He had on a black hoodie and blue jeans. He had a belt that held his pistol and badge.

“I’m Officer Sargent Miller. But you can just call me Alex.” He smiles.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions? You don’t have to answer any of them. You’re a minor so I’m not allowed to question you in a way that would initiate me reading your Miranda rights. And so I’m going to stick with some simple questions. Is that okay?” He sat next to you on the curb. After you agreed, he proceeds to ask you questions like ‘what’s your favorite food’ or ‘what do you like to do in your free time’. Questions that are un helpful towards the investigation. Questions he asked to put her to ease.