LOVE IS THICKER THAN BLOOD
Summary: Haley and Brooke are adopted sisters (not blood-related) who have been abused repeatedly by their adoptive father and practically ignored by their adoptive mother. When the girls turned 13, they were raped by their father and their uncle. That was nearly 4 years ago. But now, they've had enough and they've decided to leave. Unfortunately, their plans are foiled in the worst way…
Chapter One: Where is my sister?
"OK, Brooke. Explain it to me again," said the detective sitting across from her in the interrogation room.
Brooke sighed. "I already told you everything. And I'm not going to say anything else until you tell me where my sister is. I mean, why do you care NOW? You guys were called out to our house so many times. We would TELL you all the shit he put us through! And you would always believe him! Why should this time be any different? Now," she said sitting up and leaning across the table. "tell me how my sister is, or not another word." She sat back and folded her arms. Half an hour later, she was still being true to her word. Neither she nor the detective had spoken. He'd been looking at her and she'd been looking away.
Finally he sighed. "I need you to talk to me, Brooke."
They were silent for a minute before Brooke turned to the detective with angry tears in her eyes. "Where… is… my… sister?" she asked, cold and menacingly.
Detective Sherwood sighed. "I understand your courage and your compassion for your sister, Brooke. But right now, we're not sure if you're a danger to society and we aren't allowed to tell you anything that we feel might endanger the safety of our officers."
Brooke stared at him, incredulously. "Are you fucking KIDDING me?!" she shouted. "You think not telling me if my sister, my ONLY sister, is dead by the hand of our father or not is going to keep me from getting angry? Are you listening to yourself right now? My sister could be DEAD! And you've got me locked up in this room repeating my story over and over. I am not a danger to society or to cops. Even though pigs like you let our father get away with what he did to us for so long. I only a danger to anyone who tries to hurt me or my sister ever again!" She stood up and leaned over the table again. "So tell me where the FUCK my sister is, or I swear to god I will never speak again!!"
The detective stood up as well and got in her face. "Fine! Your sister is in the hospital. She's in a coma. Her is right leg is broken in three places. She has two broken ribs, a concussion and lots of internal bleeding. Is that what you wanted to hear, Brooke?!"
At those words, Brooke's hand flew to her mouth before she collapsed into tears on the cold cement floor. "Oh no… Haley NO!!"
Someone else came into the room. "You are way out of line, Sherwood! Get the hell out!" Angry footsteps left the room and someone spoke softly to Brooke.
"I'm sorry you had to find out like that, Brooke. Can you sit in the chair for me?"
The voice calmed Brooke down a tiny bit and she was able to get up and sit in the chair. "Is my sister going to be OK?" She asked softly, looking at the table.
"Honestly, Brooke, we don't know yet. But Haley is strong, right?" Brooke nodded. "Well, strong people tend to make it through anything. Especially with their loved ones there to encourage them."
At this, Brooke's head shot up and her breath caught in her throat. "My fath… my father is there with her? And my mother?" She couldn't breathe.
"No! No, Brooke. Your mother is in an interrogation room three doors down from this one. And I think you know where your father is, Brooke. You killed him."
Brooke looked up with a cold smile on her face. "Good. I'd do it again, too. I wasn't going to let that son of a bitch hurt me or Haley anymore."
The woman nodded. "I understand that. Now listen to me, OK? I am going to take you to see your sister whether anybody else likes it or not. Haley needs support to get through this and I know she wants you to be there as much as you want to be there." Brooke immediately brightened up. "But… I need to know the whole story. I need to know everything that your mother and father did to you and Haley. I'm sorry, but that's the only way Brooke."
Brooke sighed and sat forward yet again. "And if I do, you PROMISE that I will be able to see my sister and stay with her?" The woman nodded. "OK," said Brooke. She took a deep breath. "It all started when I was eight years old…"
Twenty minutes later, Brooke finished hers and Haley's story, tears rolling down her face. "And so I shot him. And I don't regret it at all." She looked up and saw that the woman was crying as well.
"That was… quite a tale, Brooke. I'm so sorry for all the things you and your sister went through."
Brooke shrugged and wiped her face defiantly. "Yeah, me too. But it's all over now, right?" She paused for a minute. "So can I go see Haley now?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, Brooke. You can. I have to keep my promise."
"OK," said Brooke. "You're gonna come with me right?" She nodded again. "Good. One question, though. Can you maybe look like… cop-like? No offense or anything, but my sister and I aren't really fans of your kind and if she wakes up and sees a cop there she might freak out."
"Hmmm…" said the woman. "You think I look like a cop, Brooke?"
Brooke nodded. "Well, yeah. Aren't you?"
"No, actually I'm not. I'm yours and Haley's social worker and I'm here to get the two of you into a proper place to live."
Brooke raised her eyebrows in shock. After a moment, she finally spoke. "What are you talking about?"
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