9 years ago…
"Dad! Please stop!" thirteen year old, Cooper yelled as he tried to block the blows from his father's enormous fists. His father, once again, was drunk and in one of his rages. Blaine, his seven year old brother sat in the corner curled up in a ball. Their mother stood in the kitchen trying to ignore it all. She was a selfish bitch. She would rather save herself than help her own children. "Dad! I don't even know what I did!" Cooper yelled back. Then again, why even bother trying? He never did anything; but that never stopped his father
"You're such a little brat!" His father slurred as he threw another punch that Cooper dodged.
"And you're an abusive, drunken, piece of shit that I have to deal with as a father!" Cooper yelled as he threw punch right back at his father. The punch hit their father in the nose and Blaine, even from the corner, could see his father's anger rippling out of him. Their father grabbed onto Cooper's fist and then backhanded him with all his might which sent Cooper flying backward onto the floor. His was nose bleeding and he was unconscious. Blaine was so scared, but he hurried over to his brother to see if he was okay.
"Coop, wake up." Blaine said quietly, his voice choked with tears
"Don't touch him!" Blaine's father yelled as he charged at Blaine.
"Please Daddy, don't hurt him anymore. He didn't mean what he said." Blaine whimpered in fear of being hurt himself.
"What did you say?" His father screamed.
"Nothing daddy, I mean sir...I didn't say anything." Blaine said in a panic. Blaine's father reached down and lifted him up by the collar. It was hard for Blaine to breathe because his father's massive fists were enclosing on his throat.
"Don't you ever talk back to me! I am in charge! Not you! Got that!" His father bellowed. Blaine couldn't speak so he tried to nod to show his father that he understood and that he was going to be good. His father kept screaming and Blaine could barely breathe. He started seeing red and blue lights outside the window and thought that he was hallucinating from the lack of oxygen. But, he wasn't…
Suddenly there was a loud noise that echoed through the whole house as the front door was broke down and three police officers with guns fully loaded charged in. "Nicholas Anderson, you are under arrest for child abuse of two minors. I need you to put the child down and then raise you hands above your head." The one police office yelled. Blaine's father growled and then dropped Blaine from his hold into the air and he went plummeting to the ground as he gasped for air. Then the police officers attacked, they tackled Blaine's father to the ground and got him in handcuffs. Their mother finally decided to take action, but it wasn't for Blaine or Cooper.
"What are you doing to my husband?" She screamed.
"Ma'am your husband was abusing your children and you did nothing to help them. You are being arrested as well." The police officer who wasn't struggling to get Blaine's massive father to the police car said. The police officer walked forward and brought his mother's hands behind her back and handcuffed her.
"I didn't do anything!" She persisted.
"That's the point." The police officer said as he escorted her out to the other police car. Blaine sat gasping on the ground by Cooper's unconscious body as the police officers left. He looked around and no one was left. He was only seven. He had never even been home alone before. Then, a short woman with blonde hair and a friendly face walked in through the door and over to him. She sat on the floor in front of him and smiled.
"Hi honey, can you tell me your name?" She asked.
"B-Blaine" he cried.
"Hi Blaine, My name is Julie Evans and I'm a social worker. I'm going to help you and your brother. You can trust me." She said as she held out her hand. Blaine looked at it hesitantly and then placed his tiny hand into her palm. She took it and helped him stand up. Paramedics rushed in from outside and lifted Cooper onto a stretcher to take him to the hospital to fix his nose and make sure he didn't have anything else wrong with him. Julie put Blaine into a separate car and took him to a strange house, his first of fifteen foster homes to come.