Well here chapter 2 guys! Hope and Fin's first case together. Hope ya like it!
Hope's POV
Fin and I finally get to the school and the awkward silence ends. After he stopped asking me questions and I stopped asking for details about the case we had just been sitting there awkwardly on the way to the school.
As the car stops I basically jump out (it's a high car and being the short woman I am, I have to jump down) and head into the school. I make my way to the principal's office where the kid is and go in.
Inside, there's a little boy sitting on a chair, hunched over like he's scared, which he probably is. Hell, I don't blame him right now. The principal called him into the office and then a cop shows up to talk to him. I've been here too and I was just as terrified. I just hope nobody listens when I talk to this kid.
I go over to him, not sure if he'd be scared by how close I am yet. "Hi…" I say, looking at him.
"Hi…" he mumbles, not looking at me.
I sit by him. "I'm Hope… what's your name?" I ask. That's usually the first question someone asks a kid. He just shrugs an looks at his feet.
Personally, I've always hated my name. I really don't see why I was named Hope. I think it's kinda stupid with the way I lived. It's like the opposite of hope.
"You can talk to me sweetie… I'm here to help you," I tell him, trying to coax him to talk. If he won't even tell me his name I'm probably not gonna get very far with this kid.
He shrugs again. "You a cop?"
"Yeah," I say
In response, he runs off and hides in a corner of the room. This doesn't surprise me at all, since most kids that were abused or neglected are always afraid of cops. If anybody asks them questions the kids things they'll be… hurt if they tell. It happens all the time…
"It's okay, I'm not gonna do anything. I promise…" I say, crouching down by him.
"No…" he replies, shaking. Poor thing, I'm not even very big or scary like Fin and he's terrified. I wonder what he's been told…
"I just wanna talk to ya, hon…"
"What did I do bad?" he asks.
"You didn't do anything sweetie," I tell him. He must be told he's bad a lot or something. That's always an excuse to hurt some kid and that just pisses me off.
"Why do I have to talk to a cop?"
"We heard that your parents weren't treatin you right at home and we just wanna find out if that's true," I tell him. He's still curled up in the corner and shaking. I'm not sure if I can touch him or not.
He shakes his head. "No. I like it at home. Mommy and daddy are nice."
"Did they tell you to say that?" I ask. Now, this sounds like a weird question to ask, but when kids don't think they can tell adults somethin they usually have something else they were told to say. Based on the way this kid said that his momma and daddy are nice, he doesn't really mean it.
"No," he says.
"You can tell me hon… it's okay," I say. This ones gonna be hard to talk to I think. He's just so scared, and I have no idea what they told him or scared him into thinking.
"They love me. I get toys… and food…"
"Your clothes don't fit right…" I say, looking at him. He's wearing some really oversized shirt and his pants are pretty big too. They look kinda dirty and ripped up too, like he doesn't have much to wear.
"They do. I like them," he says, but I'm sure he's lying. I just wish I knew what's really going on…
I start rubbing his shoulder. "Sweetie, you can talk to me.
He flinches. "I am…" he murmurs.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," I say again, since I really think that's what he thinksnim gonna do.
"I'm not bad!" he practically screams.
"I know you're not hon," I say. God what does he think he did? He's terrified of me and he thinks he's bad. Jeez I really wish Fin could've given me more about what's goin on with this case.
"No cops…" he says.
"I just wanna help you…" I tell him, "You're not bad."
He shakes his head. "Cops don't help…"
I start to rub his back. "I wanna help… just tell me what I need to do."
I'm really not sure where I can take this from here, but I gotta keep trying to talk to this kid. I can just tell he's hiding something and doesn't wanna tell. I would know…
He just shrugs. "Nothing."
"How do your parents treat you at home?" I ask. Maybe if I tried another angle with him he'll say something. I doubt it though, since at this point he seems almost brainwashed.
"I told you, they love me."
"Did they tell you you're bad?" I'm pretty sure they did.
"No," he whimpers. "Only bad people have to talk to cops…
Okay, now I can just tell they did say something. I wish I could just find these parents now and yell at them and find out what they do to this poor kid, (even if it would look stupid coming from someone that looks and sounds like me,) but I can't let him see that I'm mad. It'll probably just make him more scared, so I just keep rubbing his back and trying to contain my frustration at his parents.
"That's not always true sweetie," I tell him, "Sometimes the cops have to talk to other people to find the bad people."
"Do I have to wear those things that cops put around people's wrists cuz I talked to you?" Jeez. He even thinks he's gonna have to wear the handcuffs? His parents are really tryin to scare him…
"No, you don't."
"Why?"
"Those are only for the bad people sweetheart… you don't have to wear them.""
He shrugs. "Even though I talked to you?"
"No, you still don't have to wear them," I say. Most kids are told stuff will happen if they talk to cops, but this is ridiculous. He's completely terrified. I couldn't even get his name out of him.
He sighs.
"You can trust me hon…" I say, still rubbing his back.
"I don't get what you want me to say..." he whimpers, still scared.
"Do they actually take care of you?" I ask. Sometimes it's easier to give them more of a yes or no question if they don't really get what I'm asking.
He shrugs again. "I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno… they're normal?" he says. I don't even know what that means.
"They're normal?" I ask. I've never heard of any parents that are just normal.Most ones I've seen are just weird in some way or another.
He just nods. "Mommy and daddy are normal."
Completely brainwashed. This is insane. How long has he been like this?! It's do obvious to tell he's neglected! He's small for his age, he's really skinny, I can hear his stomach growing, his clothes don't fit, and he was afraid to even tell me his name. I have to do something about this.
"Sweetie I don't know what that means."
He just shrugs. I don't think I'm gonna get much farther than this…
"Can you at least tell me your name?" I ask, changing the subject again.
"W… Wyatt…" he stutters, and begins to whimper.
"It's okay Wyatt..." I say, rubbing his shoulder. He's even shaking a bit, poor kid…
"Am I done?" he asks
"If you want to be," I tell him and he runs out.
Poor kid is completely brainwashed and has obviously been neglected. How hasn't anybody noticed before? I hate kid cases. It's just too painful to watch all over again. How do they always get away with it? I just can't stand it. It just pisses me off.
I let out a sigh.
This is gonna be a long case…
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What happened to Hope? Why is she so afraid to get close to people? What will happen to Wyatt? Find out in chapter 3! I await your reviews!
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