Dear World,

       This is an I from the future. Thanks for the laugh.

                            Love,
                                         @blueberryelayme

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When I was eleven I had gained three younger siblings. Callie, George, and Ty.

I had already had a few of my own. Aliyah, Julani, and Castor.

As you can see, to me another three was of no concern.

I never understood the friction between step-siblings not until I became one myself.

I gained three, and lost three in the span of two years. I do wonder how that can happen...

But, I didn't just loose three, I lost more and it left me with hatred I'd feel for years to come.

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It happened on a weekday. I remember because it was a day of anticipation for me. I was planning on playing piano, an instrument I'd grown fond of due to my teacher Ms Michaels.

Sadly I couldn't do that. The moment I was pulled into class was the moment a security guard I knew well at our school, came to the music room with a grim expression.

"Elayme, come here please." He said.

I got up questionably. A profound moment in time and life...

The officer told the teacher I was leaving school and I looked at him but showed no signs of disappointment.

I was lead to the principal's office and the principal stood next to two white gentleman in suits.

I was, as well as my siblings who were also taken from class, put in different rooms alone with two men and questioned.

"Hi Elaine,-"

"Elayme." I respond.

He nods apologetically.

"Sorry, Elayme. You know your father has been recently involved with us..."

I nodded. I knew. The police were questioning my father for Ty, who was injured by sports but foolishly told the police different.

The principal was still there, monitoring and making sure I was at ease.

"I'm sorry, but your father has been arrested for child abuse and sexual assault to a minor." Said the men.

I didn't respond. My face very calculating. Inside, I felt nothing, as if it were to be expected.

They'd been questioning us for weeks, how couldn't it...

I looked at my principal, which they noticed and asked if he could leave. I didn't want that but he reassured me these guys were cool.

"We want to know, has your father harmed you?" He said this calmly, as if yelling would disturb my peaceful posture.

"No." I responded.

"Has he ever put his hands on you sexually?" Said another man.

"No."

They nodded.

After a few other questions I was informed I was going to have to go to New York to meet up with my mother.

I was tossed from car to car, driven and rushed around like baggage claim.

All the while I knew the truth.

My father, did not do it.

And, my brother would put him to jail for three years.

I hate liers, truly screws up a weekend. I laugh.