'You do not have to say anything but if you do, this may be used against you. Do you understand?' A man screamed pinning me down onto the concrete. He wasn't happy about something that's for sure. I squirmed underneath him trying to squirm free, he digged his bony knee deeper into my back. My cheek pressed against the cold concrete.

I'm Harvey Graham, 15 years old. Right now I had no idea why I was being dragged through the street. For all I knew I was peacefully sleeping on a park bench, and then this man rudely interrupted typical.

'What's your name son?' A new man wearing a yellow florescent vest asked. Holding my arms behind my back and strapping tight handcuffs around my wrists. A normal 15 year old would be terrified about being handcuffed, but for me this was completely normal.

'Harvey' I grunted kicking my feet against the floor. 'Harvey WHAT' He demanded his wet spit spraying in my cut face.

'Graham' I replied quickly not wishing to receive another face full of spit. 'You been in a police station before by any chance?' He asked shaking his head. 'Could say that' I smirked.

'What have I done?' I questioned as I was pushed down onto a wooden chair.

'Assault' I heard a voice call behind me. I turned my head. 'Are you joking me?' I exploded. There stood Steve, my soon to be step dad and my mum who rushed towards me.

'Who are you?' The police officer asked scribbling down some notes.

'I'm his mum' Mum cried. She then turned to Steve who had a smug grin covering his vile face. Even looking at him made me feel sick.

'I thought this would have just scared him... I didn't think he would be arrested?' Mum screamed flapping her arms around in panic.

It soon dawned on me. It was Steve; he had said I had assaulted him. Earlier in the day I had smashed him in the face with my fist, none slapped my mum. I wish she would just see how much of a controlling freak he really was.

'Bastard' I commented despite my hands being handcuffed behind my back I still had full use of my feet and head. I lurched forward planting my head against Steve's chin sending him hurtling backwards against the wall.


I shivered wow was these cells cold. I didn't mean to smash my head that hard against Steve it was the momentum you see. It was a bleak room I was huddled in the corner on the makeshift bed trying to get warm. I shouldn't have been in here Steve should have. It had been a long day, I just wanted some sleep. So I settled the paper thin blanket down, resting my head against the wall and shutting my eyes.

'Harvey' a man's voice called through the small slit in the door. I sat right up rubbing my eyes. 'Yes' I gulped.

He slung the chunky blue door open. And stepped inside with a small woman behind him, who wore large black glasses.

'What have I done now?' I asked rolling my eyes. 'You're not in trouble' the woman squeaked. 'Come with me Harvey, we have somewhere safe for you to sleep for the night' the woman told me putting her arm around my shoulder which I quickly shrugged off.

I could have argued back, but I wasn't in the mood. Anywhere was better than where I was now and it would only be for the night so what's the worse that could have happen. I leaped up through the cell door and followed the woman down one of the many narrow corridors. She led me out to outside the police station to where a small black ford awaited. She opened the door allowing me to slip inside.

'Everything's going to be alright, Elm Tree is only a 10 minute drive' She told me In a patronising tone.

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