I frowned. "Have...has anybody ever tried calling the police on him?"
Jane nodded. "Trent's really good at getting out of trouble. He has a few cop friends, and they never let him stay inside very long. Any time he does get arrested, he just takes it out on me later."
"What about..." I thought desperately for a solution. "What about social services? Child protection?"
Jane shook her head, her face crumpling in sorrow. "Trent's learned to lie really good over the years. One lady from CPS was sure he was the Antichrist until she met him, and..." Jane began leaking tears and snot onto my pillow case. I did not mind. "And she yelled at me for trying to get my brother in trouble after. I never trusted anybody else after that..." She sniffled and wiped her sleeve across her nose. "Except you, amiga."
"Oh Jane," I sighed. I pulled her close to me, and entangled together we fell asleep just as the rays from the morning sunrise shone through the window.
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As requested, here is a scene explaining in-story why Daria and Jane don't rush off to the cops. It's a direct continuation of the scene at the end of chapter 5 (the one where Jane got an abortion), and it seemed like the best place to fit this scene.
I recalled another plot thread I had considered for this story, but dropped: Originally, instead of faking her rape, Daria was going to come onto Trent and collect his semen much more directly. However, I realized that this story's Trent would be much too savvy for that; he'd realize what was going on, and, well, do something distinctly unpleasant to Daria, I imagine.