The tea helped a little, at least I wasn't trembling as bad anymore. The police had arrived around twenty minutes ago, but I still hadn't managed to say a word. 
"Lottie you have to talk to the police. We can't help you otherwise." Scarlett tried to get me to talk but I just shook my head. I'm not stupid. If I talk about my father, then someday he would find me and get revenge. And in the end it was just my fault, I had killed my mother. If I hadn't done so, he wouldn't have to punish me.
"Miss Johansson." One of the officers talked to Scarlett. She looked up and sighed. "One second. Lottie, baby. I'll be right back. Lizzie will stay with you okay?" I nodded a little, my cold fingers, wrapping around my tea cup. There was warm steam and the smell of chamomile coming from the mug. Somebody had placed a blanket around me and by now I had wrapped it around me. I saw Scarlett talking to Lizzie, who nodded and then walked over to me. I watched in silence as the brunette sat down, giving me a sad smile, one I couldn't return. All the energy left in my body was spent on not going crazy. "Hey Lottie." She said quietly, but I didn't look up. I couldn't look her or anyone of my 'friends' in the eyes. The worry and pity in their eyes, because they didn't know the whole truth. If they did, they would let my father go and understand that he hadn't done anything wrong. I took another sip of the tea and felt the warmth of the drink warming me up from the inside. 
"Lottie." I heard the voice of a man, probably Robert. "Can you look at me, darling?" I shook my head, but a big hand gently pushed me to look up, forcing me to look up. "I know that your father was drunk and I'm very sure that this wasn't the first time." I looked him in the eyes before looking back down. "I don't know if he hurt you before today, but I'm sure that he has been drinking for a while. And I also know that addicts don't know what they are talking about. So no matter what he told you, no matter what it was, just forget it." I looked back up. For the first time into his brown eyes. "How?" I asked him very quietly. He looked surprised that he broke the spell and I finally said something. His eyes widened a little and he gave me a small smile. "When I was younger, I used to do drugs and drink, but I got help and got better. And now I know that I hurt a lot of people, but once you're in this bad mindset you don't care about others and their feelings, all that matters is the drug." He let out a breath and breathed heavily. You could see that it had cost him a lot of energy. I nodded a little trying to sort through everything he said. 
After everything he said I should forget everything, but my father was right wasn't he? He was just punishing his wife's killer. In my head there was one giant chaos and I had absolutely no idea what to think anymore. Scarlett was walking back over. She gave me a smile but she also seemed concerned. "Hey Lottie. I talked to the police. For the time of the shooting you'll stay in my care here, we'll have to see what happens afterwards." I nodded. Robert had gotten up and Scarlett had taken his place. She gently took the mug out of my hand and put it on the table next to me. She gently cupped my face and pushed me to look up at her. "Baby you have to talk to us. I promise you'll never have to see him again, but for this you'll have to talk to us." Her voice was soft and loving and in this moment I wished nothing more then to curl up into her arms and cry, but I couldn't do this. Not now. Not here. Not after everything that happend here. "Lottie please." She was begging now. And in her eyes I could see the worry. "I'm fine." I somehow croaked out. What happened to her pull me into her chest and letting out a sigh. "You're not okay. You're hurt." She replied, but I just shrugged.
"I deserve this." I heard a strangled sob. Definitely not mine. Scarlett was crying. Tears were screaming down her face and she was sobbing. She pulled me closer to her chest and kissed me on my hair. 
"No you don't. Nobody does and if this has to do anything with your mother. It wasn't your fault." She somehow brought out, when she calmed down a little. I shrugged, but this time she didn't let me off this easy. "Say it. Say, you know that you know that her death was an accident." I shook my head. "Father said something different." I mumbled and she looked mad. Her whole demeanor changed. From soft and loving to mad, angry and filled with murderous Fury. "Lottie. He lied. He can't accept that your mother died and now blames you. But it's not your fault." Now the tears were streaming down my face as well and the trembling I had just shaken off, was coming back. Scarlett brushed her hand over my hair, before she got up and held her hand out to me. "Come on, baby. You gotta talk to the police. They'll ask you some questions and you'll have to answer them completely honestly." She took my hand and pulled me in a standing position, before she gently pulled me towards the two cops.
"Sit down love." She was starting to walk away, but my hand gripped onto her wrist. "Don't leave me, please." She looked to the cops who nodded and then she took a seat next to me. 
"Okay let's start with the basics. What's your full name?" 
"Charlotte Louise Young."
"Birthday?"
"09.05.2002"
"Parents?"
"Mary Young and Charlie Young."
"Okay." The officer nodded and wrote the answers again. 
"Now to the difficult topics. When did your father hurt you for the first time?"
"The day after my mom died." "What did he do?" He asked and I tried to  resist the urge to roll my eyes. "In the beginning he just yelled and then he slapped me. Afterwards it was like a dam broke and he didn't hold back. But it's okay I deserve it. I killed my mom." Noe both officers were looking at me. Her eyes were wide and both seemed shocked, while Scarlett just sighed. "Her mother died in a car crash, picking her up from school. I think her dead made her believe she killed her mother ever since." The officers nodded and leaned back a little. "One more question. According to what Misyer Evans and Miss Johansson told us your father was taking of your clothes, as they opened the door. Did your father ever sexually assault you?" I shrugged and looked down. I hadn't been prepared for this question. "Lottie." Scarlety next to me started to stroke my arm and try to calm me down. "It uhm wasn't his fault. I look like her and he was drunk and I and…" I broke down in tears. I was done. I had no more energy left. No nothing mattered anymore and I just wanted to sleep and never wake up again. 
"Baby. Let's go. You can sleep in my trailor." Scarlett said and helped me up, but ChrisH who was close around was faster and picked me up and carried me to Scarletts trailor, where she convinced me to go to sleep. 
"Go to sleep love. I'm here. Nobody is going to hurt you. You're safe." I heard the blonde say, as I cuddled closer to her and her hand carefully combed through my hair. 

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