Ch 2

The 17 year old raven haired teen made his way back home with a grocery bag over his shoulder. That purple hair and those blue eyes he couldn't get out of his mind. He had never seen anyone quite like him before. Before he could think any further about the young man, he noticed police cars in the driveway of his house.

Rushing down to the scene, he saw his foster father and mother being taken away in a police car. He spotted another cop and walked over to him. "What's going on here?" he asked.

"Are you Son Goten?"

"Yes but—

"A neighbor of yours had their suspicions about your foster parents. They say they heard a young boy screaming in the house. It was you, wasn't it?"

"I—He couldn't look at the officer as he spotted bruises on his neck.

"It isn't your fault. Don't worry they'll be put away for a long time. I've called the next guardians in line to take care of you. I've checked them out. They're good people. You'll meet them tomorrow but for now I have to take you down to the station to tell your side of the story, understand."

"Yes of course," he said as the police officer lead him into the car.

As they drove away, Goten looked back at the home he had lived in ever since he was a baby. It was a relief to be gone from that place once and for all, but the memories were still with him. No love, only pain had been his life. He could only hope for something better on the horizon.

At the police station he was taken into a room to give his statement. Sitting down at the table, he sighed. He knew this wouldn't be easy for him but the only way to put his foster parents away was to tell his story.

"Anytime you're ready Goten," said the officer.

"I was raised by Maya and Tristan Reed from birth until 17 years old. Maya would mentally and verbally abused me while Tristan physically abused me. There never seemed to be a happy time in my life accept for doing the chores, going to school, and running errands for them. When I'm outside, I feel free but every time I'd go home, I'd feel trapped. I just learned to live with it eventually. It just became routine. I don't know anyway else to live."

"You're very lucky to be alive Goten. I hope you understand that," said the officer. "You have a second chance to live," he said as he turned off the recorder.

After Goten was fed, he was led to a room with a cot bed to lie down on. As he sat down, he looked up at the officer. "Don't worry Goten you're safe here."