The next day, I went down to the police station with Harry, the rest of the boys, and Anne in tow. There was a lady police officer sitting behind the desk at the station. She smiled when she looked up and saw us.
"Hi there. Is there something I can do for you all?" She asked.
"Not for them really, but more for me," I answered.
"Well what can I do for you sir?"
"I would like to report a case of an abusive father. My father," I said.
"Oh," the smile was wiped off her face. "Well take a seat at the chair over there and I'll talk to someone so they can come out and talk to you about it."
I sat down and started shaking my leg vigorously. I was nervous. What if they didn't believe me? Is my father going to jail? I hope he would to be honest. Am I going to be put into a foster home? Could they still do that? I mean I'm 18 so I'm legally an adult right?
"You'll be fine Lou. Stop worrying," Harry touched my leg and gave me a reassuring smile.
"I don't know. I'm just nervous and there's so many questions I have in my head and I just. I don't know," I groaned and put my head in my hands.
"I know you're nervous, but it'll be okay you have all of us. We'll help you get through this I promise," he kissed my forehead.
"I love you," I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him.
"I love you more."
"That's impossible."
"But it's not."
"Sir! Come in here. We're going to ask you some questions, but it'll only have to be you for now. Your friends will have to wait outside," the lady came back out and told me.
"Uh okay sure," I nodded.
I looked over to Harry and he nodded and smiled. I looked over at the rest of the boys and Anne and they did the same. I let out a sigh and followed the lady into the room. Inside, there was another officer but a male one. I sat down in the chair across from him and started shaking my leg again.
"Sir, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You have to tell the truth and nothing but the truth got it," the male officer said.
"Yes," I answered.
"Okay. So from what I hear, you want to report a case about your father is this correct?"
"Yes."
"And the case is about him being abusive?"
"Yes."
"Who has he been or is he being abusive to?"
"Me."
"How has he been abusive?"
"Well, he yells at me, and gives me beatings. He whips me, and sometimes he would smoke then burn me with the cigarettes. He sometimes would punch me and kick me. Once I think he told me to kill myself or something like that," I answered. While I told him all this, he wrote it down on a notepad.
"Okay how long has this been going on?"
"A few years now."
"And why have you decided to tell us just now and not sooner?"
"I felt like I wasn't ready. I was kind of scared, but now I'm not anymore."
"Okay is there anything else you want to say or ask about?"
"Well yes... there's this other thing. There was this woman named Maria. She was average height, blonde, maybe around her mid-thirties I'm guessing. And she used to date my father. One night, she um. She raped me. And when I told my father, he didn't believe me," I admitted.
"Okay and when did this happen?"
"Maybe about a month or two months ago."
"Do you know this woman's last name?"
"No."
"So she's blonde, average height, and around her mid-thirties?"
"Yes."
"Okay about your father again. How old is he?"
"Around his early forties."
"What's his name?"
"Mark Tomlinson."
"And what's your name sir?"
"Louis Tomlinson."
"Okay so this case has turned into two things. Your abusive father and this Maria woman who raped you is this correct?"
"Yes."
"Has your father abused anyone else except for you?"
"He punched one of my friends."
"Okay who is this friend of yours?"
"Zayn Malik. He's outside."
"Okay. We will talk to him later. Is there anybody else involved in this? Anybody who has seen these beating happen or has heard them?"
"Yes. My boyfriend Harry."
"Okay. Is there anything else you would like to discuss?"
"Well my father is an alcoholic and drug addict."
"Have you seen him take any drugs beside medication?"
"Yes."
"What kind?"
"Cocaine."
"Alright. Has he come home intoxicated often?"
"Yes."
"And when he does what happens?"
"He either yells at me or beats me."
"Are you still living with your father?"
"No. He disowned me and kicked me out of his house, so now I live with my boyfriend and his mom."
"Is there any other relative you can live with?"
"No. Not that I know of. All my relatives live far away."
"Do you have a mother?"
"She died a few years ago in a car crash."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"No sir it's okay. Really."
"Do you have proof your father has beat you and this woman has raped you?"
"Um I'm not sure what proof I can give you about the rape, but I assure you it did happen. But as for the beatings, I still have bruises and burn marks on me."
"Are you comfortable with showing me some, because without proof I will not be able to arrest your father or bring him in to court to deal with this."
"So you're going to arrest him?"
"First he needs to go to court yes. Once he is found as guilty he will go to jail for a number of years. If he is not guilty then no."
"If he's found guilty how long will he go to jail for?"
"Hard to say."
"What about Maria?"
"Well if she is found guilty she will go to jail. But I'm not sure for how long either. I will get back to you on that."
"So if my father is found guilty what will happen to me?"
"How old are you?"
"18."
"Then you will be able to live on your own or with your boyfriend since you are an adult. If you were under this age you would be in a foster home. You're very lucky."
"Okay. So how are you going to ask my father about this?"
"Well it depends. How do you want us to ask him? If you want we can call him in and ask, but since you said he has a drug problem we will have to search his house. As we are doing that we will be able to ask him about this and bring him into the station. Does that sound good?"
"Yes. Is it okay if I go to the house with you to confront him?"
"Uh I don't know if we can let you do that."
"Well this is my case after all," I said.
"Alright you can go. Any last thing you need to say before we call in your friend and your boyfriend?"
"No sir. That's all."
"Okay thank you. Please tell your friend Zayn was it? To come in."
"WIll do."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as I walked out of the room. I did it. I actually did it. I was finally going to get justice. My father was finally going to get what he deserved. And I didn't feel bad for him at all. I was quite glad. After the police officer talked to both Zayn and Harry, we all went back to Harry's house and I told them what the police officer asked me and what was going to happen to my father. Harry agreed to come with me back to my house with the police to confront my father.
And I felt good about it. It felt amazing to get all this off my chest. It felt good to finally get my revenge and know that what I just did would pay off soon. I felt free.
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Hello sorry for the boring chapter, but this was an important part of the story for the next chapter. I would also like to give a shoutout to my friend for making the new cover for my fanfic. Her username on twitter is @zaynwiches so go follow her. I love you all and Happy Father's Day :)
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