In The Best Interest--"The Truth about Alison"
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Peter saw Sophie in the cafeteria with Alison. He walked in and saw Sophie talked, her face intently staring into Alison's. He caught bits of words as he neared them, including "eat, stepmom, Roger".
"Hey, Alison. Feeling better?" he asked. She shrugged as she picked at the plate of food Sophie had provided. Sophie looked up at Peter. "How'd it go?" she asked. He shook his head, "those kids are truly nuts." She laughed a little and Alison cracked a smile.
"I think we need to talk to CPS." Sophie admitted as Peter sat next to her. Alison heard and swung her head around, "About what? Roger? He's fine! My parents are-" SOphie interupted her, "No, no. Not about Roger. About your stepmother. Alison, you are a beautiful girl. She shouldn't have to control you!"
Alison jumped up. "She doesn't control me! She just wants us to be a good family, okay?"
"Alison, starving you is just as bad as beating you-" Peter tried to say, "How would you know?! Have you ever met her? or someone that's been beat? And compared them to me?" she snapped sarcastically. "Yeah, I have. There are kids here who have been beaten. Kids who I don't know, that are in your group and in other groups, that have been abused. You want us to compare you? Okay. I'll compare you to one of the kids in your group. When she came, she was a tiny bit bigger than you. Bruised, roughed-up, yeah you don't have those but you'll have the scars of being starved. That's bad, too, isn't it?" Peter asked. His voice wasn't angry or impatient as most people would've been; instead it was softly-spoken.
SHe shrugged, "I don't want her to get in trouble. I'll just...When I get old enough, tkae Roger and leave. You don't call CPS or whatever." Peter studied her. "If you go home before your sixteenth birthdya, I'm calling CPS. You're not going home to that kind of treatment. Agreed?" He asked. Alison nodded. "Can I go now?"
Sophie and Peter looked at her plate. To their surprise, it was cleaned. As they were talking to her, they hadn't really noticed her eating, strangely.
They nodded. Alison ran out and Roger walked in. "Call, Peter." he reported. Peter nodded and walked to his office. "Hello?"
Sophie walked in ten minutes later, as Peter saw at his desk. His face was a mixture of relief and anger; the files of the kids all laid neatly in boxes, except two. "Peter?" she asked.
**That took..like, a week to write!**
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Peter saw Sophie in the cafeteria with Alison. He walked in and saw Sophie talked, her face intently staring into Alison's. He caught bits of words as he neared them, including "eat, stepmom, Roger".
"Hey, Alison. Feeling better?" he asked. She shrugged as she picked at the plate of food Sophie had provided. Sophie looked up at Peter. "How'd it go?" she asked. He shook his head, "those kids are truly nuts." She laughed a little and Alison cracked a smile.
"I think we need to talk to CPS." Sophie admitted as Peter sat next to her. Alison heard and swung her head around, "About what? Roger? He's fine! My parents are-" SOphie interupted her, "No, no. Not about Roger. About your stepmother. Alison, you are a beautiful girl. She shouldn't have to control you!"
Alison jumped up. "She doesn't control me! She just wants us to be a good family, okay?"
"Alison, starving you is just as bad as beating you-" Peter tried to say, "How would you know?! Have you ever met her? or someone that's been beat? And compared them to me?" she snapped sarcastically. "Yeah, I have. There are kids here who have been beaten. Kids who I don't know, that are in your group and in other groups, that have been abused. You want us to compare you? Okay. I'll compare you to one of the kids in your group. When she came, she was a tiny bit bigger than you. Bruised, roughed-up, yeah you don't have those but you'll have the scars of being starved. That's bad, too, isn't it?" Peter asked. His voice wasn't angry or impatient as most people would've been; instead it was softly-spoken.
SHe shrugged, "I don't want her to get in trouble. I'll just...When I get old enough, tkae Roger and leave. You don't call CPS or whatever." Peter studied her. "If you go home before your sixteenth birthdya, I'm calling CPS. You're not going home to that kind of treatment. Agreed?" He asked. Alison nodded. "Can I go now?"
Sophie and Peter looked at her plate. To their surprise, it was cleaned. As they were talking to her, they hadn't really noticed her eating, strangely.
They nodded. Alison ran out and Roger walked in. "Call, Peter." he reported. Peter nodded and walked to his office. "Hello?"
Sophie walked in ten minutes later, as Peter saw at his desk. His face was a mixture of relief and anger; the files of the kids all laid neatly in boxes, except two. "Peter?" she asked.
**That took..like, a week to write!**