"We think you should go back to live with your mother. You're not eighteen yet and we don't think this is the best environment for a young teenager."
I stare at her dumbfounded, my mouth hung open unattractively. For so long I always questioned whether the police would really help me or not and today I found out the answer. . . They wouldn't.
"Trevor beats her and you want her to go back to that hell hole?" Jake says, breaking the silence. I blink a few times, unable to believe her words.
This can not be happening. No way.
I sit there in silence, my body frozen as the sound of Jake's protests float around me. How can the system designed to keep me safe recommend that I go back to the a***e? I don't understand it. I feel my lungs tighten and it becomes difficult to breathe. A grey fog b
