Hours later, the cops had pick up my father, and brought him to the police station for questioning. I sat in one of those rooms where you can watch the people being questioned. I don't know why they let me watch my father being question. Maybe they wanted me to tell them if he was lying or maybe they want me to know that there was nothing to afraid of. I Still wasn't convinced.

They had started asking small question. Like where he work, and for a while my dad sat at his chair, a smug smile on his face, and answered the cops questions, but the smile disappear when a cop ask, "Do you know how your daughter was beat up?" That was when he started to get uncomfortable, even scared. I had never seen him like this, and it was amazing. I had never seen him like this. He almost appeared not so frightening. Almost. But the smug smile was back on his face when he replied, "She told me that she had got mugged on her way home from school." Now I was the one with the look of fear on my face. What if he got away with this? What would be the punishment for telling? My dad stood and said, "If that is all, I would like to get my daughter and get going." He got to the door and was about to exit the room, but stop when the cop asked, "And how did the other bruises appear, or how did Elewen get those scars on her arms and some even on her legs, or how, when given a test, it was proven that Elewen had been raped sometime within a month." I could see my dad face pale and his only reply was, "She's not really my daughter."

"What do you mean she is not really your daughter?" asked the cop. I sat on the edge of my chair, waiting for an answer. What did he mean I wasn't his daughter? If I wasn't his daughter, whose was I?

"I mean SHE...IS...NOT...MY...DAUGHTER!" was all he would say. I now stood with my hand pressed against the glass hoping that he would say more, but he did not. "If she is not your daughter than whose is she," said the cop. Yes, finally I would get some answers I thought, but my hope was vanished with the reply, "I don't know." That was all he would said and that was all he would say. For the next hour my father was questioned, but my father wasn't telling or he simply didn't know. As much as I was glad that this man had absolutely no relation to me, I still felt hurt and confused. Everything I had once believed in, had thought true was wrong. If I wasn't this mans child then whose was I, and why did they abandon me?

The cops finally arrested the man I had called my father for so long, and took him to jail to await his trail. I still had no answers about who my parents where, and I was starting to believe I never would. I was given a ride to a foster home, where I was to stay until another home could be arranged; because, I had no other family. "I'm sorry, Miss. Knicaid. I'm so sorry that we could not get more answers for you." I acknowledged this statement with a nod of my head before raising my hand to knock on the door. I heard noises coming from the house before the door was thrusted open and a old lady with gray hair, a red dress that stretched across her belly, and a little yappy dog in her arms appeared before in," she said with a high pitched voice.

"Actually it's Elewen, and thank you.

"I'm sorry," she said. Although whither because she mispronounced my name or the fact that she had just spotted my bruises I could not say. "Are you hungry? I could fix you something to eat."

"I'm starved...um Mrs...."

"Oh I didn't say my name. Well I am Patty DeWitter, but call me Patty, and this little guy is CuyJo.

"Nice to meet you Patty, and ah... CuyJo," I said entering the house. Man, I feel like I have entered a time warp. Patty had decorated her house with bright green, yellows, and browns. I was lead to the kitchen, which was decorated the same as the rest of the house. It even had a green stove. I sat down at the Formica table and a big plate of spaghetti. I sat and ate while Patty talked about anything and everything from her dog, CuyJo, to her noisy neighbor.

After I was done I politely said I was tired and wished to go to bed. I was then lead to a guestroom. It was dark and smelled kind of musty, but there was a bed so I didn't complain. I brushed my teeth and change into the pajamas I had got from my house before coming here. Kinda like a final goodbye to the closest thing I had to a home. I finally got into bed, but sleep didn't come for awhile. I thought about all what happened to me today. I thought the parents that I didn't know and may never know. And finally before I fell into a deep slumber I thought what would happen to me?