I remember waking up and not knowing where I was. The walls, the bed, and the floors were white. There were machines everywhere and there were a few attached to my body. I was wearing a white dress and there were multiple blankets covering me, all soft and white. A doctor was standing beside my bed checking the machines and the computer, stopping every once and a while to write something down on his clipboard.

He looked down at me and finally spoke in a calming voice, "Good Morning, Maxine," his voice made me cringe, not because it was scary, but because it felt strange and unfamiliar hearing someone talk because I haven't heard anyone speak in a while, "My name is Doctor Osman. I just want you to know that you are alright and will no longer be hurt. You've been asleep for about two days now, and there are a few police that want to talk to you when you feeling better. Is that alright?"

I didn't respond, I just blinked at him and gently nodded my head, it was barely a nod.

"Alright, I'm going to have a couple nurses come in and check on you every half an hour or so, but for now I just want you to rest," before he left he added, "you're very brave Maxine," and he left closing the door behind him.

I remember falling back asleep and when I woke up a few nurses were around me prodding and poking at my arm. I didn't flinch or pull back, I just sat there. I've been able to deal with pain because of my dad, so this didn't really bother me. I remember them leaving and then a few police men entered, sat down beside me, and started asking me questions.

"Hello Maxine," one of the police spoke, "my names Sheriff Brown and I was one of the police men that was there when we arrested your father. I want you to know that he's in our facility right now and his hearing is next week to see if he will be put in prison or not. Before we go on trial I need to ask you a few questions about your father and the conditions you faced in his care. Do you mind answering a few questions for me?"

I just laid there not nodding, not answering, not making any movements. One of the men that came in with him finally spoke, "Sir, I don't think she's ready to answer any questions right now. Maybe we should come back later and then she'll be ready to answer a few questions."

Sheriff Brown grumbled something under his breath before sighing, "Alright, we'll see you soon Maxine."

He patted my hand before getting up from the chair and leaving with the other men. Soon another man came into my room. He looked familiar like I've seen him before. He was probably young, mid 20's, early 30's. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and olive toned skin. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans, casual clothes. He came over to me, pulled up a chair, and sat down. I didn't even expect it but I started talking, "Oh great are you going to ask me questions about my dad?"

He laughed, his tenor voice vibrating, "No Maxine, I just want to talk to you. You're very brave, do you know that?", I didn't say anything but he continued, "My names David and I'm the man that came over to you the night we arrested your father. Do you remember me?" I nodded and he continued, "Most people in abusive homes wouldn't call anyone and tell them what's going on, but you did, and that shows great courage. I was in an abusive home to. I didn't call anyone to tell them what was going on. My teachers actually figured it out, but I want you to know that if you need to talk about anything you can always talk to me. Do you understand?"

I nodded and began crying. He leaned forward and took me in his arms hugging me. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest, his shirt now stained with dark splotched, but he continued speaking, "We will put your father to justice and you will never have to go through any of that ever again, I promise you."

"Thank you, thank you for everything," I sobbed into his chest.

"Your most welcome Maxine; don't be afraid to talk to the police, there just trying to help you."

I nodded and he got up and began to walk out before I stopped him, "Can you please send in the police? I think I'm ready to start answering some questions."

He smiled and responded, "Of course Maxine, I'll send them right in."

He left and a few minutes later Sheriff Brown and the other man came in and tried again to ask me questions, which I answered with discomfort trying not to think back on my dad and the abuse he put me through.