😢 "She's the type of girl that can be so hurt but still look at you and smile."
-Unknown 😢
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!: This Chapter will contain, Lots of Cursing, LGBTQ+ PHOBIAS, and Some Fighting Against Law Enforcement (such as resisting arrest and fighting with law enforcement officers). THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN SOME SELF-HARMING AND MENTIONS MENTAL ILLNESSES/DISORDERS (such as Anxiety, ADHD/ADD, anger issues, mood swings, etc.) THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MENTAL, PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE!!!! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!!!!! YOUR SAFETY COMES FIRST!!!! I DON'T CARE ANOUT HOW MANY VEIWS I GET ON THIS BOOK (OR ANY OF MY OTHER BOOKS) YOU SAFETY COMES FIRST!!!!!⚠️
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🌌" Luna's POV "🌌
😗" At Police Station "😗
😐" Interrogation Room "😐
I sit in a metal (and quite uncomfortable) chair my hands cuffed to the table as I struggle to get my hands outta them.
After a little while I just give up with my wrists feeling numb and me thinking of the worse case scenarios while terrified and somewhat in pain I lay my pounding head against the cool, hard, metal table and close my eyes.
I'm exhausted. I had barely gotten any sleep all this week and it's already about 1 in the morning.
When I hear the door to the room open I sit straight up and put on a blank expression.
A lady that I've never seen before comes walking in with a vanilla colored file that was huge.
She tossed it on the table. It slid over into the middle of the table as she walked over and sat down.
"Are the cuffs necessary? I'm not going to hurt you. I have no reason to.", I tell her and she shrugs.
"It's mandatory.", she says as she opens the file.
"Did you know you're the most wanted criminal street fighter?", she asked and I gave her a blank expression even though I was shocked and shook my head.
"No.", I say in a monotone voice.
"What's your name?", she asks and I don't answer.
"Come on. Could you make this even the slightest bit more easier than your friends?!", she exclaims in a whiney tone. I wanted to laugh at this childish behavior but I didn't.
"Why?", I ask her and she gives a confused look.
"What?", she asks and I sigh
"Why? What's the point in talking when either way we're going to be put in prison or something?", I ask her and she nods.
"That would be a good point if you were the legal age to be put in prison or jail but you guys aren't.", she says and I give her a curious look.
"So what then? Lord knows you aren't just going to be letting us out scotch free so, what are you going to do?", I ask her and she shrugs.
"That depends on your cooperation.", she says before she continues.
"If you cooperate there's this camp for young dilequents, like you and your friends.", she says and before she can say anything else I speak up.
"If I don't we get put in some kinda juvenile detention thing, right? What's the difference though?", I ask her leaning forward a bit waiting for her response.
"The difference is that at the camp you get release once you're 18 or if you're a as they call it a "special case" then they release you whenever they believe you are fit enough to be back out in the society. Also, your record stays clean, the food is better there, and you also get a pretty good education.", she says and I roll my eyes then laugh.
"As if, that sounds almost like a dream land version of juvenile detention or whatever you guys call it. Besides that, how the hell do you know all that shit is true?", I ask her and she gives me a smile, kinda forced looking, smile.
"My wife is the one who owns the place and besides she loves kids, she'd do anything to protect them.", she says and I nod.
"Okay, I'll cooperate only if I get to ask you some questions too and also if you do me a favor.", I tell her and she nods in agreement
"Okay my favor is, could you quite possibly take these-", I move my arms up once gesturing to the cuffs.
"Off of me. Also I'm hungry and thirsty. Is there anything to eat and drink here?", I ask and she sighs taking a pair of hand cuff keys and taking off my cuffs.
After my hands are free I move them around then look at the red markings left on them.
"And yes. we do have drinks here and I can order some pizza.", she says and I nod.
"Thank you.", I say as she walks out of the room and I lay my head down closing my eyes then slowly drifting off to sleep hoping to God I don't get any nightmares.
🦄" 1 Hour Later "🦄
I wake up to the sound of the door opening again. The lady comes in here with an unopened soda can, a plate with 3 huge slices of cheese pizza, and some... clothes?
I give her a questioning look and she opens her mouth to speak.
"I figured you might want some clothes, especially since it gets pretty cold here plus, some people can be pretty pervy here.", she says whispering the last part to me and I nod at her thankfully.
"I got you a hoodie that should hopefully fit you and some sweat pants.", she says and me the black hoodie and black sweat pants.
"Thank you.", I tell her as I put the hoodie on over my sports bra and the sweatpants over the practically booty shorts.
She sets the soda in front of me right along with the plate of food. She sits back down in her seat and takes out a note pad thingy with a pen.
"Now, shall we continue the question asking?", she asks and I nod as I take a bite of my food and take a gulp of my drink.
"So, what's your name?", she asks and I look up at her.
"Luna.", I tell her and she gives me a confused look.
"No last name?", she asks and I sigh in frustration with an eye roll.
"Luna Brooks.", I say to her and she nods writing something down on the notepad. She goes take ask another question before I interrupt her.
"Nope nope nope. My turn. So, what's your name.", I ask her raising an eyebrow at her
"I'm officer Levough. You can call me Violet though.", she says and I nod.
We continue asking questions back and forth until she gets to a particular question.
"Were you forced to do street fighting?", she asks and I don't answer almost immediately like I've been doing with the questions.
I look down at my plate of food. I've only eaten half of one of the 3 slices. It's not that I'm full or I'm not hungry or anything I just, can't eat anymore of it. And I most definitely am not going to be able to eat it now.
I stare blankly at the plate of food thinking about it.
Was I forced to do street fighting?
I mean, I never wanted to start street fighting in the first place. I hated the idea from day 1 but I also liked it too.
If I didn't listen to my father about how I needed to get ready for a fight I'd get beaten to almost a bloody pulp and not be able to eat food for a week or more while I cook the food.
Same thing would happen if lost.
But I still like street fighting. I could take my anger out using my fists. I could drain all my emotions just by fighting but, I never really liked hurting people.
I liked the adrenaline it gave you. I liked it.
So if I liked it, does that necessarily mean I was forced to do street fighting.
"Luna?!", I hear Violet say and I shake my head pulling myself outta my thoughts.
"Were you or were you not?", she asks and I swallow I open my mouth to say something but close it only to open it back and speak.
"I-I don't know.", I say to her and she sighs a bit in frustration and a bit in defeat.
"We'll skip that one for now. Did your father hit you or abuse in anyway?", she asks and that's what triggered the memory of what happened just a couple of days before.
⚠️TW: ABUSIVE SCENES AHEAD AND UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!!! PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!!!!!⚠️
I layed in bed staring at the wall making my body face away from the door. I hear the door open thanks to it's old, rusted, and squeaky hinges.
I hear the foot steps of the man that once was an amazing father and now is just a pure monster as he walks over to my bed.
Once he was at the side of my bed behind me he stopped and started to stroke my hair but then grabbed a hold of it before yanking off of my bed onto the old creaky wood floor.
I hit the floor landing on my side as my father scoffs at me.
"Pathetic.", he scoffs out as I feel tears spring to my eyes.
What did I ever do to make him do this to me? I ask myself and before I knew it, my father was dragging me by my hair over to the darkest corner of my room.
He let's go of my hair and I hear him start unbuckling his belt. I gulp and think of what I didn't do or what I did wrong. Before anything can come to mind me father's belt hits my back just like a whip would.
"THAT'S FOR NOT COOKING DINNER!", he yells and I quietly hiss in pain at the burning and stinging sensation.
He whips me with his belt again and again and again until eventually what feels like has been 20 years which probably only an hour and a half to an hour, of whipping my back with his belt he stopped.
He yanked me down to the ground and to where I was facing him. He bent down so his face all up in mine. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as he glared into my eyes
"You're just a pathetic piece of shit and you don't deserve to live.", he says before he throws my head to the ground then kicked me in my stomach a few times then left.
⚠️END OF TW SCENE⚠️
"Luna? LUNA?!", I hear Violet saying and I'm brought outta my thoughts.
"No.", I said to her and she looks at me confused but shakes it off.
"Okay, next question.", she says and she continues as I think about what would happen to my father if they ever found out what he did to me.
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