We all sort of laughed. I'm so happy Taylor entered my life. I could have never asked for a better girlfriend.

Shane's POV

We all went down o the police station with all the courage in the world. We sat down with the officer that came down to pick up the beast stuck in my living room. He needed to ask us each some more questions than before. Like what he did this time to be put in prison and what happened at the house. And something that I don't think any of us were expecting. "Do you have any photos, video, scars or items as evidence of this abuse so we know your not making up stories?" I mean, I do have the cuts on my arm that were from pure pressure from him. But surprisingly the first person to show evidence was Taylor. She pulled off her hoodie and showed him purple markings around her neck. Did he hurt her more than I knew?

"Taylor... how did... what?"

"Remember when I first came over and he locked me in the bathroom? He also choked me and the marks weren't noticeable until now."

"Okay, anyone else with something?"

I looked at Taylor, she gave me a nod, as if of approval and I lifted up my sleeves.

"Did your father do this? Or was this pressure from your father?"

I swallowed hard, almost loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Both. Some cuts from glass, others from a... well, blade. But I never did it unless it got to out of control which was sort of rare."

"I see." He took down some final notes on his pad and stood up. "I will be right back." He walked out of the room and I noticed my mom was looking at me in shock. She knew that my dad cut me, but didn't know that I did it myself.

"I'm so sorry mom. I couldn't find another escape."

"It's fine Shane. We've all made mistakes over the past few years."

The officer walked back into the room. "Well folks, I'm sad to say that their just isn't enough evidence to show that all of this is really happening. Scars could have been from anywhere."

"But you said scars! What do I need to fucking vlog when I'm being beaten to death!? He needs to be locked away forever!" I couldn't control my anger. It was too over powering. It's like when you get a medication with certain side-effects like muscle spasms and major sweating. This you just can't stop yourself from doing. "How much more evidence do you want!?"

"Sir, we're doing all we can, but our father only has one thing behind him, and that's alcohol. We can put him on probation but that's about it. I'm so sorry about all this."

"Fine." Taylor spoke up. "Put him on probation, but the moment he touches my new family, I'm picking up the phone and calling the cops. He can't control himself around beer or any sort of alcohol. I know, my father was the same, but not this bad." I'm happy to know that she considers us her new family. I guess she can since all of them are either in jail or they live in her old town. She looked at the officer with a death stare. "I'm tired of being in these situations of questioning. I'm tired of missing school and I'm tired of not being able to go back to the way it was when Shane looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me. Why can't all of this just go back to the way it was before we ever stepped into the hospital." She was trying to hold back tears. The officer looked at her in shock, almost surprised that a girl had that sort of anger towards something so important to her and to me.

"M'am, I thank you for your impute. We will put him on probation, but that's about all that we can do. I'm sorry."

Taylor got up and stormed out of the room. I quick got up and followed her. She was walking pretty fast and she walked outside. She sat down on the curb and held her face in her hands. I heard a whimper and I sat down next to her and held her close.

"I know, it's hard for all of us."

"No it's not that. It's the fact that your dad and my dad are going through the same thing. Right now, I'm pretty sure he's locked up. But not for long like my mother."

"Taylor?" I started "Why did you call us your new family?"

She stared off in the distance at the incoming traffic."I don't know. I guess I felt like your mom and your brother and you, your just so caring. Jerid sounds amazing even though I haven't been able to fully meet him. Your mom is so nice and she was so helpful to the both of us when we were their for the first time. Your just the closest I have to family at the moment, probably for a long time."

I held her tighter, wanting to share these moments for the rest of my life. These I wanted to keep special. "You wanna head home?"

She looked up and nodded.

"Okay, lets go back inside and grab our stuff. Okay?"

She nodded again. I stood up and offered her my hand. She smiled and took it. At least their is no hill fir her to push me down.We walked inside and grabbed our jackets and any bags that we had. Taylor apologized to the officer. He told her that it was fine and it happened all the time. Really? God I would hate to have this job if they always got angry at me. I couldn't take it. She also said sorry to mom and she just hugged her. Said that everything happens for a reason. What does that mean? Was all of this meant to happen? I don't care to ponder on that at the moment. I'd rather get out of here. I agree with Taylor, this place is very sad and depressing. We got out of their before I got even more depressed from the sounds of inmates screaming that they needed to take a shit but their toilet was clogged, that or all of them had gone mentally insane. I don't think normal people scream about all of the people they plan on killing once they got out of solitary confinement right? Anyways, not normal in their. So we got in the car and drove off. We stopped by In-and-out on the way home cause we were hungry and that was the closest thing to actual food besides mcdonalds. I don't think either of us ever wanna walk into one of those for different reasons. After 10 minutes of driving home in a car full of food I wasn't aloud to eat until we got home, I was glad to get inside. We both had had little food all morning. We sat down in front of the T.V and started up Netflix. When I had a sudden thought.

"You realize we still should try to go to school today right?"

She started at the T.V in annoyance. "I don't wanna ggoooooooooo!"

"Well too bad. After we eat then we need to go. Okay?"

"How about after this episode of Hoarders?"

I quick stole the remote and put it on. I never turned down an episode of Hoarders. Even when I had to go to a wedding one night, we were late due to a lady hiding dogs in her basement and keeping them their for breeding to get some cash. "ONE episode. And since when do you like Hoarders?"

"Since now! Turn it on!"

"Okay okay. And I thought your the one who is supposed to get us to school?"

"I know, but I'm just tired. This episode then off to school. We didn't have homework last night right?"

...

"Well shit." I got up and ran to my backpack. Turns out, we had math and history. We gave each other the look of 'lets do this now instead of watching people with dead bodies in their attic.'

"I hate school."

"It's only been a week and I can't WAIT to get out of here." We sat down and continues to complain about irrelevant things that had nothing to do with the topic at hand.