Shadow Children
Douchebag
Jay’s POV:
I walked out of the bathroom with CC’s sweatshirt on; he had a shirt on underneath. I had to throw out my shirt. The lady waiting outside put her arm around me; I felt protected and safe. I saw the guys looking from CC to me. Andy started yelling, but CC just shook his head.
“How old are you Justine?” The lady cop asked me as I drew my attention away from the guys.
“17… 18 in February on the 14th.”
“That’s a great birthday to have, funny story… my son’s is on the 29th. Technically he’s not even two yet…” I giggled.
“How old is he?” I asked.
“5…” I smiled at the picture she showed me as we sat in the back of a black escalade.
“Do you want to tell me about your friends back there? They’re all so worried about you…”
“Okay… I’ll start with my band… My brother is Blade. He plays the drums, and he’s wicked good at them too…” I told her all about Blade, every little memory and detail.
“What about the others?”
“I’ve known Niki since second grade. That was when I first met Matt, he and Jagger were best friends… I remember Niki having a huge crush on Jagger. She would always talk about him until one day in music he was playing the piano and singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I walked right next to him and sat down at the piano bench and started singing along. When we were done I said, ‘look at that girl over there… her name is Niki, like Nikki Sixx, yeah she likes you…’ Niki wanted to kill me, but then she completely friend-zoned him… She’s always been like that, pushing people away if they get too close… but not me, not yet at least.” The lady cop just kept smiling and nodding.
“Jagger has always been the wisest kid I have ever known. He knows how to have a fun time and act like a three year old, but when it comes down to it he always knows the right things to say and the right way to word it…”
“What about everyone else?” She asked. I didn’t know if she was really listening or not.
“The guys I recently met at a competition, they know how to make a lasting impression I’ll tell you that… They became like my family the instant I set foot in their presence. Each of them have their own ways of life, it’s quite funny actually… Andy is the lead singer of BVB… the band that they’re in. He has this shy guy side to him, like you never really know what he’s thinking. He’s quiet but has a dictionary sized vocabulary, yet he never finished high school. Sometimes he says these things that I’m not even sure if they’re real, but he says it with such confidence that you have to believe it. And he’s a great lyricist…”
“What about your boyfriend?”
“Christian? He’s the crazy five year old of the band! He always knows how to make someone laugh, but he has this hidden side to him. He’s protective and caring and makes sure that everything is fine. He has this thing where you can put up the best fore-front and he will still see through the fake smile, and he would do everything until it’s a real one…” I saw memories flash through my head. How he hadn’t given up on me even when he should of.
“That’s a sweet boyfriend… How old is he?”
“Turning 28…”
“And you’re 17?”
“Yeah… but it’s okay I’m going to be 18 soon like I said and no I haven’t slept with him, and he has family permission…”
“Okay, so he hasn’t forced you to do anything?”
“No! He would never!” I raised my voice. After everything I have told her… how dare she question CC.
“Calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you…”
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I said curtly.
“So do you want to tell me what happened before the attack?” She asked trying to be sweet again. I just sat there in complete silence as we drove on.
“We’re here…” I got out of the car and saw the guys get out behind us. The lady cop’s phone rang and she told me to stay still.
“Hi, this is Salitra… Yes, I understand…” She turned back towards me and hung up, “So I’m going to walk you inside and another cop will be there to bring you to the testing room.” We walked inside.
“Hi you must be Justine… I’m Agent Cramer nice to meet you…” She stuck out her hand.
“Nice to meet you too…” I shook it.
“So I heard what happened with that boy, Matt?” She said. I nodded.
“It’s going to be okay, we have everything under control and you can be out of here in no time…”
“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“We’re looking five to life in this situation, he has it on his record already for multiple accounts…” She explained. I nodded.
Agent Cramer’s POV:
I waited for the doctor to deliver the preliminary findings as Justine sat in the room.
“I have the results… If you would please follow me?” I walked with the doctor into a separate room.
“DNA results match the suspect, Mathew Johnson, but I found something interesting… The tissue has been torn repeatedly showing signs of consecutive rape, this girl has more than a short story to explain.”
“Are there any other findings?” I asked.
“Yes, she has been self mutilating for quite a few years now. Some of the scars are also lacerations from past rape and something else- they all match the new scars from this Matt kid being aggressive with her…” I sighed.
“I’ll conduct an interview with her…” I said and walked out. I walked back into Justine’s room and sat down across from her; she was pretty beaten up but she acted like everything was fine.
“Hey Justine, I have a few questions to ask you if you don’t mind?” I asked.
“Not at all…” She said.
“I know how worried your friends are about you, but so am I… How long has this been going on? How long has Matt been raping you?”
“How do you know that?” She looked down.
“The tests showed me, the DNA matched his and the bruises match old ones that were inflicted… Do you want to tell me the whole story?” She nodded then she began.
“Around 6th grade Matt turned on me, he got the whole grade into it too. It started out with just teasing and calling me names, and then he got violent. By 7th grade I was slammed into lockers and tripped and pushed around. And by 8th grade I had a broken arm because of him… And in 9th grade I got a job at this music store… He was my boss. I wanted to quit, but he said things would only get worse at school if I didn’t listen to him. It’s been going on for the past four years…” I was just speechless, but I had to keep asking questions.
“Do you want to explain to me why you’ve been harming yourself?” I asked quietly. I saw a tear roll down her face, suddenly it turned into a storm. I just cradled her in my arms, “Sh, sh… It’s okay; I won’t ask again…”
I walked out of the bathroom with CC’s sweatshirt on; he had a shirt on underneath. I had to throw out my shirt. The lady waiting outside put her arm around me; I felt protected and safe. I saw the guys looking from CC to me. Andy started yelling, but CC just shook his head.
“How old are you Justine?” The lady cop asked me as I drew my attention away from the guys.
“17… 18 in February on the 14th.”
“That’s a great birthday to have, funny story… my son’s is on the 29th. Technically he’s not even two yet…” I giggled.
“How old is he?” I asked.
“5…” I smiled at the picture she showed me as we sat in the back of a black escalade.
“Do you want to tell me about your friends back there? They’re all so worried about you…”
“Okay… I’ll start with my band… My brother is Blade. He plays the drums, and he’s wicked good at them too…” I told her all about Blade, every little memory and detail.
“What about the others?”
“I’ve known Niki since second grade. That was when I first met Matt, he and Jagger were best friends… I remember Niki having a huge crush on Jagger. She would always talk about him until one day in music he was playing the piano and singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I walked right next to him and sat down at the piano bench and started singing along. When we were done I said, ‘look at that girl over there… her name is Niki, like Nikki Sixx, yeah she likes you…’ Niki wanted to kill me, but then she completely friend-zoned him… She’s always been like that, pushing people away if they get too close… but not me, not yet at least.” The lady cop just kept smiling and nodding.
“Jagger has always been the wisest kid I have ever known. He knows how to have a fun time and act like a three year old, but when it comes down to it he always knows the right things to say and the right way to word it…”
“What about everyone else?” She asked. I didn’t know if she was really listening or not.
“The guys I recently met at a competition, they know how to make a lasting impression I’ll tell you that… They became like my family the instant I set foot in their presence. Each of them have their own ways of life, it’s quite funny actually… Andy is the lead singer of BVB… the band that they’re in. He has this shy guy side to him, like you never really know what he’s thinking. He’s quiet but has a dictionary sized vocabulary, yet he never finished high school. Sometimes he says these things that I’m not even sure if they’re real, but he says it with such confidence that you have to believe it. And he’s a great lyricist…”
“What about your boyfriend?”
“Christian? He’s the crazy five year old of the band! He always knows how to make someone laugh, but he has this hidden side to him. He’s protective and caring and makes sure that everything is fine. He has this thing where you can put up the best fore-front and he will still see through the fake smile, and he would do everything until it’s a real one…” I saw memories flash through my head. How he hadn’t given up on me even when he should of.
“That’s a sweet boyfriend… How old is he?”
“Turning 28…”
“And you’re 17?”
“Yeah… but it’s okay I’m going to be 18 soon like I said and no I haven’t slept with him, and he has family permission…”
“Okay, so he hasn’t forced you to do anything?”
“No! He would never!” I raised my voice. After everything I have told her… how dare she question CC.
“Calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you…”
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I said curtly.
“So do you want to tell me what happened before the attack?” She asked trying to be sweet again. I just sat there in complete silence as we drove on.
“We’re here…” I got out of the car and saw the guys get out behind us. The lady cop’s phone rang and she told me to stay still.
“Hi, this is Salitra… Yes, I understand…” She turned back towards me and hung up, “So I’m going to walk you inside and another cop will be there to bring you to the testing room.” We walked inside.
“Hi you must be Justine… I’m Agent Cramer nice to meet you…” She stuck out her hand.
“Nice to meet you too…” I shook it.
“So I heard what happened with that boy, Matt?” She said. I nodded.
“It’s going to be okay, we have everything under control and you can be out of here in no time…”
“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“We’re looking five to life in this situation, he has it on his record already for multiple accounts…” She explained. I nodded.
Agent Cramer’s POV:
I waited for the doctor to deliver the preliminary findings as Justine sat in the room.
“I have the results… If you would please follow me?” I walked with the doctor into a separate room.
“DNA results match the suspect, Mathew Johnson, but I found something interesting… The tissue has been torn repeatedly showing signs of consecutive rape, this girl has more than a short story to explain.”
“Are there any other findings?” I asked.
“Yes, she has been self mutilating for quite a few years now. Some of the scars are also lacerations from past rape and something else- they all match the new scars from this Matt kid being aggressive with her…” I sighed.
“I’ll conduct an interview with her…” I said and walked out. I walked back into Justine’s room and sat down across from her; she was pretty beaten up but she acted like everything was fine.
“Hey Justine, I have a few questions to ask you if you don’t mind?” I asked.
“Not at all…” She said.
“I know how worried your friends are about you, but so am I… How long has this been going on? How long has Matt been raping you?”
“How do you know that?” She looked down.
“The tests showed me, the DNA matched his and the bruises match old ones that were inflicted… Do you want to tell me the whole story?” She nodded then she began.
“Around 6th grade Matt turned on me, he got the whole grade into it too. It started out with just teasing and calling me names, and then he got violent. By 7th grade I was slammed into lockers and tripped and pushed around. And by 8th grade I had a broken arm because of him… And in 9th grade I got a job at this music store… He was my boss. I wanted to quit, but he said things would only get worse at school if I didn’t listen to him. It’s been going on for the past four years…” I was just speechless, but I had to keep asking questions.
“Do you want to explain to me why you’ve been harming yourself?” I asked quietly. I saw a tear roll down her face, suddenly it turned into a storm. I just cradled her in my arms, “Sh, sh… It’s okay; I won’t ask again…”
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1/12/14