Give Me a Reason to Believe

"Lower your weapons officers." The cop holding me ordered and they all obliged. "Well well well what do we have here. Little miss what exactly are you doing here?"
I stared at my feet. Things would probably work out better if I didn't say anything
"I asked you a question." The cop sneered shaking me hard. "You obviously don't live here so why the hell are you here?"
I whimpered softly. Not only was the cop holding my hood but he also had a good grip on my hair and was pulling it. The officer continued shaking me and I swear to fucking god, I thought my hair was going to be ripped out of my skull.
"Stop it! Officer that won't be necessary." The man said sternly.
The officer obeyed instantly and loosed his grip on me. I rubbed my head and considered booking it. I doubt I'd make it besides they probably had cops at the front of the house.
"How about an easier question. Where do you live?" I remained quiet until the officer tightened his grip on me.
"4156 Lancaster Drive." I mutter softly.
"Lancaster?"the cop questioned."Isn't that the orphanage."
I nodded slowly still rubbing my head. It stung like a bitch. Without a word the cop took hold of both my wrists and cuffed them. My eyes widened. I was going to jail. I began to think of my mother. Would she be there? Probably not. I'd end up a juvy and she'd be in prison. Still the thought crossed my mind. I didn't resist as I was led to the squad car and ordered in. That would only make matters worse.
I glanced out the window as one officer spoke into the walkie talkie. The man was holding his wife and looking at me. He didn't look angry. He didn't look upset in the slightest as a matter of fact. It was more pity than anything else. Everyone pitied me when they found out where I lived. I hated it. I stared back at the man even as the squad car drove away. I stared until the house I had once only dreamt about entering was completely out of sight.
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I sat in the corner on the cell terrified out of my mind. After I finished getting processed I was throw in a cell and left alone. The officer who took my picture said they were going to call the orphanage and have Mrs.Smith come down. It's not like she could do anything. My bail would be low but still too expensive for the orphanage to afford. She'd probably still do everything she could for me.
I could just picture her walking into the station with her curls still in her hair and nightgown on. The odds of her being in tears were pretty good, she cried at almost everything. Poor woman would find out the bail and just about collapse because she'd know she couldn't afford it. In the mists of me picturing Mrs.Smith's reaction I was interrupted by the sound of a baton being hit against the cell. I looked up suddenly, it was the cop who cuffed me.
"You're free to go."
"Wha- how?" I said standing up bewildered.
"The charges have been dropped why I don't know. It was a stupid decision if you ask me. Mrs. Smith is waiting for you on the front of the station."
I grabbed my backpack and hoodie and followed the officer. The only thing in my backpack now was my little flashlight. All the belongings were given back to the owners of the house. That was expected. I emerged through the doors and recognized the the baby blue nightgown. At the sound of the closing door, Mrs.Smith turned around. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Oh Charlotte! Are you ok is anything the matter? Did they hurt you?" She stammered grabbing hold of me by the shoulders.
"I'm fine."I responded shrugging her off and heading toward the exit. I didn't have time for her tears I just wanted to leave and fast. "Can we go now? I'm tired."
"Even though the charges were dropped, the arresting officer highly suggested I keep you under house arrest all summer. I think I am." I said nothing.
I kind of appreciated the punishment in an odd way. For once she actually acted after I got into trouble. Usually she just said 'promise to won't do it again' or 'I know it was just a mistake.' For once it actually seemed like she cared about what happened to me. It was comforting.
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The next week was a drag. Mrs. Smith kept on eye on me 24/7. As a precaution Mrs. Smith barred up my window and wasn't allowed in the room by myself. The little ones were just as bad. They were constantly swarming me questions about that night.It was a fucking living nightmare. By the next Wednesday things started getting better. The kids began gradually ignoring me again which was good. I was even allowed time by myself for a few hours a day.
"Charlotte you have a visitor." Mrs.Smith announced as she entered my room. "Do I send them up?"
I looked up from the book I was reading. It was probably a therapist. They had been stopping by ever since my 16th birthday because of how long I'd lived in the orphanage and because of what I'd seen. They knew I had a zero chance of getting adopted and wanted to ensure I wouldn't go haywire when I finally left this place.
"Yeh sure." I said turning my focus back to my book.
"Are you Charlotte Rose?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yup."I announced not looking away from the book."I've told you countless times. I'm not gonna go on some killing rampage or turn into some junkie prostitute when I turn 18 so you can leave me alone."
"Well that's good to hear,"the voice responded,"but that's not why we're here.
"We're?" I questioned cocking an eyebrow and looking up. I recognized the two people standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Who are you? And why the fuck are you here?"
"Well,"the man began stepping forward."I'm Gerard Way and this is my wife Lindsey..."
"And we want to adopt you." His wife finished.

Notes

I know it's short...and kind of bad I apologize.
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