Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Chapter Thirty-Five: Goodbye, Tobi

"Get your goddamn hands off me, you fuckin' pigs!" Dad punches one of the cops, and they put him in handcuffs.

"Daddy!" I scream cry, and he gives me a mean look. I don't like when he looks at me like that, why is he always mad at me? Mail holds my hand tighter, looking down at me.

"It's okay, Willow." He tells me, but is it?

"Take him to the car, I got the kids." The lady cop says to the other, and they take him away as he screams. The lady has brown hair and it's in a ponytail, I always wondered if I could do my hair like that. The girls at school have them, and pigtails. When I asked them to do mine, they said their mommy does theirs. Why won't my momma do my hair?

The kids at school say I'm dirty and gross, that's why they don't talk to me. I think they're right. Because I am.

"What happened to your hand, sweetheart?" The lady leans down, gently grabbing my wrapped hand. The rag is covered in blood, and the sight makes my eyes big.

"Daddy pushed me and I fell in the glass." I tell her nervously, and she looks down at the pile. Will I get in trouble for telling her?

"You two come with me, we'll get you some hot coco and warm blankets. And we'll take a good look at your hand, okay?" She smiles at us, and I look at my brother. He nods his head, and we follow the nice lady to her cop car. She's driving us to the police station, and Mail is still holding my hand. I'm cold.

Walking in with the nice cop lady, all the other cops are staring at us. They've seen us in here before, but they didn't help us. Nobody ever does. We sit down in a room with a couch, it's a lot cleaner than ours. It doesn't smell bad, there's no cigarette burns and no pieces of stuffing sticking out.

A guy came in to clean my hand, and he wrapped it up for me and even gave me a sucker for doing good! Mail got one too, he has a green one and I have red. I love strawberries.

"What's goin on?" I whisper to Mail, and he shrugs his shoulders at me. I'm scared, I don't know what they're going to do to us. Is mommy okay? Where did they take daddy? I hope they're not mad at us.

The nice lady cops walks in, she hands us both a cup of hot chocolate. I've never had it before, but there's marshmallows in it. I take a sip and my eyes go big, and Mail and I look at each other. He has chocolate over his lip like a mustache!

"It should warm you guys up pretty quickly." The lady says, and she sits in a chair in front of us. She looks at our arms and legs, I'm wearing shorts. It's winter, but my old pants don't fit anymore.

"What happened to your legs and arms, sweetheart? You have some bruises." She asks calmly, and I look at Mail again. He slurps his hot chocolate, and nods at me to tell her. What if she doesn't believe me?

"I was being bad a-and daddy and mommy got mad at me." I look at my feet, I don't have shoes on and there's holes in my socks.

"What did you do, hunny?"

"I grabbed something from the fridge without asking, I was really hungry." I don't look at her, and my eyes don't leave the floor.

She tells me I don't deserve that, and I should be able to eat when I want to. But she's lying, that's not what mommy and daddy say. I don't deserve anything. I'm nothing but a waste of space. A mistake.

I sip my hot chocolate after talking to the lady, she says we are safe now and that a nice family is going to let us stay with them for a while. I guess they have other kids too, just like us! But I'm scared to meet them. I don't want to be bad for them too, but Mail says it'll be okay and he'll protect me. I have the best big brother.