Ch. 1

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Degrassi or any of its characters. I wish I did though!

Note: This character is NOT based on me. I'm a spoiled little girl who is extremely hyper and talkative and I'm NOT emo, okies? Enjoy!

It was dark. I was sitting in a chair. My arms were crossed as I looked at the table in front of me. Then, in a blink of an eye, the light turned on. It wasn't much of a light, though. It was just a small light bulb that was dangling up above the table. A police officer walked towards me and sat in the chair on the other end of the table. I could tell that when he actually saw me, he couldn't believe his eyes. Half of my face was bruised and parts of it had band-aids on it. My sleeves were ripped off and there was blood all over my shirt, especially on the back. Yeah, I pretty much had scars everywhere, but the paramedics bandaged me up before they let me come here, so I wasn't bleeding anymore. I could tell that the officer was staring at me in shock, even though I wasn't looking at him. When I finally did look at him, he decided to actually talk.

"Kacy is your name, right?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Do you mind if we ask you some questions?"

I shook my head.

He took out a pad of paper and a pen and nodded. "Alright, can you tell me how long your father has been doing this to you?"

The only thing I did was lift up two fingers, trying to tell him two months.

"Two what? Two days? Two weeks? Two months?"

Before he continued, I nodded when he said months. He wrote it down.

"I know this might seem weird but do you mind explaining just how he would beat you?"

I nodded, but did not say a thing.

"Are you going to talk?"

I shook my head.

"Then how are you going to explain it?"

Reaching across the table, I stretched out my arms, attempting to take away the pad of paper and pen from him. It seemed as though he realized what I wanted and handed it to me. I sat back down and wrote right below his writing, 'Chains, belts, and his hands.' I then turned the pad to him so he could read it. His eyes widened.

"Chains? Do you know why he would hurt you?"

I shook my head but then I nodded and wrote, 'His business was going bad and he blamed it on me.' I turned the pad to him, again.

He nodded, "I think that is all we need to know. Wait, he didn't do anything else to you, did he? I mean, other than beat you, that is."

Shakily, I nodded and my eyes began to water. I wrote, 'Rape', and then turned the pad to him.

"Rape?" He questioned.

I shivered at his words.

He then stood up and walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, Kacy. You can let it all out. You're dad will be behind bars so there is no need to worry. Just let it all out."

I nodded and actually started to cry. To be honest, I was surprised. Surprised that I could still cry. It had been two whole months and for those two months, I cried every day. I couldn't believe that I still had tears left inside of me. For those two months, I couldn't hang out with my friends. For those two months, I couldn't wear short sleeves since I had to hide all of my bruises and scars. For those two months, my friends knew that something was wrong but I just told them that everything was okay. For those two months, I slowly became mute. I couldn't talk at all, even if I tried.

"Do you have any family at all? Anyone you could live with?"

I looked up at him and nodded. I wrote on the pad once again, 'Alex Nuñez, my older half sister', with her phone number.

He took the pad of paper away from me and nodded, "I'll tell her to come pick you up."

I nodded and he walked out of the room, leaving me alone, alone with my packed suitcase. As I turned to look at it, I wiped away my tears. I stood up and walked to the corner where it stood and opened one of its front pockets, taking out one of my most treasured pictures. I sat down beside my suitcase and stared at the picture, smiling. It was a picture of Alex and me. It had been three months ever since the last time I saw her. Dad would never really let me see her. He always told me that she wasn't a good person and that she only cared about herself. He was such a liar. Even though I probably only saw her about ten times through my twelve years of living, she wasn't selfish at all. Alex was definitely a person you could count on. She loved me a lot and I loved her just as much. She didn't care that I was a twelve-year-old girl in tenth grade. She didn't care that I was one of the reasons why Dad and her mom split. She didn't care about any of that stuff at all. The only thing she cared about was that I was her little sister. Every single time I went to go see her, she let me hang out with her and her friends. Me, a twelve-year-old was hanging out with sixteen and seventeen-year-old people. The only thing that bothered me was that they would always comment as to how cute I was. I despised it when they would pinch my cheeks. I know that I look more like an eight-year-old, but still, do they really have to pinch my cheeks? Ellie would always do that. Marco was in second place. But even though they would constantly pinch my cheeks, I didn't care; they were also my friends.

I shook my head, clearing out my head. I look so different now. In the picture, I don't have any bruises or scars at all. Instead, I'm smiling. I giggle silently and realize how much I look like my sister in the picture. I share the same hair as her but mine's longer and my eyes are more "baby like" as Marco would put it. He would also describe me as, "The baby face cutie". Of course, I would scream at him for calling me that but then it would just rub off and disappear until he would randomly bring it up.

The door opened and I stood up. It was the officer.

"Your sister is here."

I nodded and placed the picture back into my suitcase and then rolled my suitcase out of the room. As I exited the room, I felt Alex's eyes upon me. I didn't look at her.

"Kay…" She called out to me.

Being stupid, I responded by looking at her. She covered her mouth, now that she has seen my face. I look down again and walk towards her with my suitcase and stopped right in front of her and looked up, into her eyes.

"Kay, why didn't you tell me?" She hugged me tightly. Her hugging hurt. My back began to sting but I didn't care, I was with her now and that was the only thing that mattered.

"She can't," The officer answered for me. "She's mute."

Hearing this, Alex released me from the hug and looked down at me. "Kay, say something, anything."

I looked away.

Even though I couldn't see her, I could tell that Alex was mad. I don't know if she was mad at me or mad at the police officer for telling her that. Alex could be confusing at times. Then, she placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Come on, let's go." She then removed her hand and took my suitcase and walked out of the police station.

I followed her.

Yeah! That is the end of my first chapter of my first Degrassi fic. Wahoo! So I hope that all of you enjoyed it! Reviews would be nice and I can't wait until I write the next chapter! Thanks for reading!