I trailed behind as I got half way to the door I stopped and looked over my right shoulder to the police behind the counter, and then back to the door as I watched them walk out. In that moment I decided to turn around walk back up to the counter and as the officers approached me I took a deep breath. In a very soft spoken voice I began to tell my story again and again and again until somebody listened and believed me. My brother and I were placed into a group home that very night.Read More
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