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I opened up my apartment door to find my younger sister Kirsten standing in the doorway.

"Kirsten? What are you doing here?" I asked confused, she walked in and sat on my couch.

"I messed up Tess..." She said looking down at the floor, her voice cracking. I quickly shut my door and hurried over to her, I gasped when I looked at her. She had bruises up an down her arms and a slight cut on her cheek.

"Oh my god." I said as I covered my hand over my mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes blood shot tear stains on her face. "He-he did this to you didn't he?" I said, my voice breaking. She said nothing she just looked at me.

A cold look in her eyes.

"Oh my god Kirsten!" I pulled my little sister into my arms

"I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry that I ditched you yesterday and all of those times before. I'm so sorry." she said her voice cracking again.

"No..that-that doesn't matter right now." I said as I stood up and hurried into my kitchen as I grabbed a plastic baggie and placed some ice in it for her.

"Hold this there, I'm going to get you some bandages" I said as I hurried into my bathroom and found my first aid kit, grabbing the box of band aids, as I stood up I noticed my reflection in the mirror.

I felt like I was going to be sick, this was all so sudden. I gathered myself together again before handing her the box of band aids and placing one on her cut up cheek.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I looked at my little sister, it was then that I realized I hadn't seen her in over two months.

She had gotten lighter brown lowlights and two more piercings on both of her ears.

I watched as she moved the ice bag from bruise to bruise, I felt my eyes begin to well up with tears as she looked up at me. "Please...don't cry." she said

"I-I can't do that. How could someone do this?" I said getting on my knees and holding her hand.

"Please don't."

I shook my head and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket

"No-no Tessa what-what are you doing?" She chocked out.

"I'm calling the police." I said looking at her, tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head profusely.

"Please-please don't."

"No! Kirsten stop! This needs to be reported, he needs to go to jail!" I said standing up and dialing the number.

My hands shook as I typed in 9-1-1. I looked at my sister who had her face covered, her tangled hair hung over her face.

"9-1-1 what is your emergency?" Asked the operator. I had never had to do this, my voice trembled.

"My sister just came to my home. She's been beaten by her boyfriend. She has severe bruising on her arms and a cut on her cheek."

"Okay ma'am I'm going to send paramedics and police to your location right now. It'll only be a few minutes."

"Thank-thank you." I stuttered as I looked at my broken down sister.

I hung up the phone and pulled her into my arms "What happened Kirsten."

"We got into a fight. He was mad at me because I didn't want to go out drinking with him and his friends and he started yelling at me."

I trembled as I listened to her.

Less than 15 minutes later a knock came at my door.

"NYPD open up!"

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