[Six Years later; sixteen years old] Kiku walked home from school, having gotten yet another paddling from the principal. He could not help it he had these strange attacks and freaked out in class. Something told him not to take his usual long time to get home, as he turned the corner to his house he saw police cars and police holding his father. He ran to them, panting heavily as he ran to his older sister who was sitting in the back of a ambulance car being looked at by the males. His father was spitting curses in Japanese at the police. Their father didn`t know much English even if they had been there for years. A police officer came over to the young Japanese boy.
"Is this your father and sister?" The tall male asked the teen, Kiku backed away and nodded. "Y-Yes, sir." Kiku replied politely, keeping away from The police nodded, "Do you know where your families travel documents are?" Kiku shook his head, "F-Father burned them a month after we moved from Japan, sir." He said, not looking at his father as he was forced into the police car, he was close to shaking from fear of his father. "He said, we are no longer Japanese citizens. I don`t get it. I just want to find our mother." He started crying, falling to the ground. He knew they were free of the abuse.
"Can you tell us what happened, son?" The police officer asked the scared and young teen. He cried for a while more before calming enough to tell them, "A lot of things sir. Mother and father left each other when we were five, it scared us. Father was never nice to mother as far as I remember, when they split though… He started to hurt us. He made big sister go quiet and never speak. He… He…" He started to cry again, he was unable to say what he was put through. He was lead to his sister by a police officer and he cuddled next to her on the bed. He clung to her, as the officers talked about the case.
He listened as they spoke, hearing words such as "asylum", "traumatized", "abused". He looked at his silent twin, as the door of the car was closed and begun to drive from their home. They watched as the car holding their father drove the opposite way. They watched as the surroundings went past from the bed. They were terrified. They did not know where they were being taken. They did not speak, only clinging to his sister who in turn was rubbing his back as comforting as possible.
The car jerked to a stop and a police officer stepped in front of the doors of the car, opening it and gesturing them to get out. They crawled out and looked out at the huge building. Unable to read the extremely fancy calligraphy. "Where… Where are we?" Kiku asked the police officer. "Kirkland Rehabilitation Centre." He responded and took the twins inside.
After this chapter, it will go A LOT slower. I hope you will enjoy.