The men who called themselves 'police officers' took my parents to their white and blue car that marked 'POLICE.' The dirty blond walked us to his car with the taller male. The ride to what they called the 'station' was not long, but the silence made it feel like it was hours.
The dirty blond who I just recently found out his name is Mark, and the darker male is Chris, would ask questions to me here and there, but I never answered.
Once we got to the station Mark and Chris brought me to a room. It was painted light grey, has three metal bookshelves. Chris disappeared behind the door and came back with 2 glasses filled with water and set it in front of Zayn and me.
"Now if you do not mind, we have to ask some questions. Please answer with full honesty. Okay?" Chris asked in a soft voice. I looked at Zayn and saw that he was sleeping, and his glass of water was half empty. I looked back at them and nodded.
"Ok. Let us start easy. What is your name and your brother's name?" Mark asked.
"M-my name i-is W-winter, and h-his name i-is Z-Zayn" I said in my dry voice. Chris wrote it down and Mark pushed the full glass of water to me. "Drink it. You need it" he said, and I took it. It was nice to feel the cold liquid go down my dry throat.
"Ok next question." Chris said once I was finished.
"How old are you both?" Mark asked.
"I'm 17 and he's 8" I answered softly.
"Ok, what school do you go to?" I noticed that Mark was asking, and Chris was writing.
"...I don't go to school."
"Did you know that your father was doing drugs?"
"Yes"
"How long?"
"5 years"
They looked at me shocked.
"How do you get those cuts on your face?" Chris asked
"...."
"Please tell us Winter, we need to know." Mark plead.
"M-my p-parents....mostly m-my dad"
"Why?"
"He said that I-I was a mistake and that no one loves me..."
"....How long?" Mark asked
"umm 15 years"
They they're eyes widen when they heard that. The room was silence till Mark asked:
"What has he done to you?"
I didn't want to tell them so I just said piece.
"He hit me."