Chapter 2

I remember my mother coming into my room; she had blood on her hands. She stood in the doorway and told me to call the cops; she said there had been an accident and that my father needed to go to the hospital. This would happen quite a few times a month; I spent most of the early childhood in the hospital. Broken arms, ribs, fractured skull, the normal signs of abuse. My mother had them too. As soon as she was healed, she would just get broken again. This time was different though, I called the police and told them our address and everything my mother told me to say.

The police and paramedic arrived soon after. They rushed into the bedroom. I never saw my father inside the room, only being pulled out. There was this young cop being sick, I can only imagine what he saw. The police took my mother away in the back of their car and a woman came to get me. She took me into their bedroom; there was blood all up the walls. I didn't understand. We then got into a different police car and went down to the police station. The woman, whose name I can't remember, came into a room with me, she sat me down and told me. "Sara, I have got some sad news. Your father is no longer with us and you can't see your mother for a while. I am here for you and soon you will be staying with a lovely family. The sooner we can find one the better." I just sat there is silence. I didn't cry in front of her, I pretended that I didn't care.