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Chap 3. A Tale To Be Told.
" My mom died in a car crash when I was two leaving me with my dad who is a heavy drinker. Ever since then he's got worse and worse. He is really mad at me because it was my fault mom died, I was crying in the car and she turned around at the stop light..she never saw the guy pull out. Dad said I deserved to be eternally punished for what I did and.he.." Tears began to well in Andrea's shiny brown eyes. " So he hit you and gave you all these bruises". Mark stated, it wasn't a question.
Andrea nodded and went on. " He left to buy more drink and stuff and when he was gone I thought I could make a break for it. He never left me by myself before and he locked all the doors and windows and said her would kill me if I got out. I would've stayed if I hadn't remembered the broken lock on the window in the bathroom".
" And that's who you were running from" Pause " no wonder you were running so fast." Said Steve as he stood up to his usual height. " Steve can I have a word? " asked Mark
Going out of the large kitchen and into a sitting room, father and son engaged in a conversation about what to do with this child. " You cant take her to the station and get her statement, bang her father up and put her in a hostel". Said Mark quietly to Steve. " I don't know what to do dad, she's been through a lot and if she's selling the truth then she has to be put in protective custody as soon as possible and then a permanent home". Said Steve, remembering what to do in a situation like this. " Well I don't think she should go tonight, its getting close to the evening and I'll bet she's tired and hungry and very unsettled. We need to make her know that she's safe here and make sure she gets a good nights sleep". Steve knew what his father was suggesting. " Alright she can stay here tonight, but first thing tomorrow I'll have to take her to the station and get her statement. The sort out some permanent care".
Both Sloan men went back to the kitchen to discus it with the girl. " Do you have anywhere to stay? " asked Mark, knowing the answer but making sure he didn't sound to demanding and telling her that she was going to stay there with them. " No, sir " she said shaking her head. " Well then you can stay with us, the guest room is all yours, ok? " Andrea nodded again and followed Steve who opted to show her where the guest room and the bathroom are.
When she had settled in, Steve left her to get washed up and told her to go back to the kitchen to get something to eat. Steve then went to back to his dad, who was cooking some burgers on the barbeque. " She's gonna need some more stuff, she can't sleep in those old clothes forever." " Dad she's only staying here the one night!, I have to take her to the station tomorrow". " I know, but still, it looks like she's had those clothes to wear all her life, she's a ten year old girl Steve, can you imagine what Carol would have done if she was forced to live in what looks like and old dirty T- shirt and a pair of raggy jeans?" Mark new that he could win his son over and although he only just got to know this girl, he wanted her to feel comfortable and safe. " Alright, she can wear one of my old shirts tonight and tomorrow before we go to the police station, I'll buy her some clothes that don't have blood and holes in them". Steve gave in, knowing he didn't have much of a fight against the older man and he also wanted her to feel comfortable and safe and could imagine what his sister would say if she was forced to walk around in rags.
Andrea can down with a cleaner, younger looking face, free from blood and dirt. She was a rather pretty girl when she wasn't covered in grime. Mark dished out the burgers and they ate them with small conversation, asking Andrea small questions about herself and telling her what their planes for tomorrow were.
Chap 3. A Tale To Be Told.
" My mom died in a car crash when I was two leaving me with my dad who is a heavy drinker. Ever since then he's got worse and worse. He is really mad at me because it was my fault mom died, I was crying in the car and she turned around at the stop light..she never saw the guy pull out. Dad said I deserved to be eternally punished for what I did and.he.." Tears began to well in Andrea's shiny brown eyes. " So he hit you and gave you all these bruises". Mark stated, it wasn't a question.
Andrea nodded and went on. " He left to buy more drink and stuff and when he was gone I thought I could make a break for it. He never left me by myself before and he locked all the doors and windows and said her would kill me if I got out. I would've stayed if I hadn't remembered the broken lock on the window in the bathroom".
" And that's who you were running from" Pause " no wonder you were running so fast." Said Steve as he stood up to his usual height. " Steve can I have a word? " asked Mark
Going out of the large kitchen and into a sitting room, father and son engaged in a conversation about what to do with this child. " You cant take her to the station and get her statement, bang her father up and put her in a hostel". Said Mark quietly to Steve. " I don't know what to do dad, she's been through a lot and if she's selling the truth then she has to be put in protective custody as soon as possible and then a permanent home". Said Steve, remembering what to do in a situation like this. " Well I don't think she should go tonight, its getting close to the evening and I'll bet she's tired and hungry and very unsettled. We need to make her know that she's safe here and make sure she gets a good nights sleep". Steve knew what his father was suggesting. " Alright she can stay here tonight, but first thing tomorrow I'll have to take her to the station and get her statement. The sort out some permanent care".
Both Sloan men went back to the kitchen to discus it with the girl. " Do you have anywhere to stay? " asked Mark, knowing the answer but making sure he didn't sound to demanding and telling her that she was going to stay there with them. " No, sir " she said shaking her head. " Well then you can stay with us, the guest room is all yours, ok? " Andrea nodded again and followed Steve who opted to show her where the guest room and the bathroom are.
When she had settled in, Steve left her to get washed up and told her to go back to the kitchen to get something to eat. Steve then went to back to his dad, who was cooking some burgers on the barbeque. " She's gonna need some more stuff, she can't sleep in those old clothes forever." " Dad she's only staying here the one night!, I have to take her to the station tomorrow". " I know, but still, it looks like she's had those clothes to wear all her life, she's a ten year old girl Steve, can you imagine what Carol would have done if she was forced to live in what looks like and old dirty T- shirt and a pair of raggy jeans?" Mark new that he could win his son over and although he only just got to know this girl, he wanted her to feel comfortable and safe. " Alright, she can wear one of my old shirts tonight and tomorrow before we go to the police station, I'll buy her some clothes that don't have blood and holes in them". Steve gave in, knowing he didn't have much of a fight against the older man and he also wanted her to feel comfortable and safe and could imagine what his sister would say if she was forced to walk around in rags.
Andrea can down with a cleaner, younger looking face, free from blood and dirt. She was a rather pretty girl when she wasn't covered in grime. Mark dished out the burgers and they ate them with small conversation, asking Andrea small questions about herself and telling her what their planes for tomorrow were.