Any errors let me know and I'll try and fix them. ~~~~~~~ “Boy, I want you to clean the yard. And if your gone when I come to check on you, I’ll personally hunt you down and shoot you,” Mr. Roger snarled. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, now get to work.” At that moment Xavier pulled his cruiser into the driveway, parked, and climbed out. “Good morning Mr. Roger, Dyran.” He eyed the cut on Dyran’s temple that was still bleeding. “Hello Officer Carie. What can I do for you?” asked Mr. Roger. “You could allow me to search your home,” Xavier said pulling out the slip of paper, “and question you and your wife a bit.” “Of course.” Mr. Roger then shot Dyran a glare. Dyran opened his mouth to reply, but closed it quickly. “Come right in.” He opened the door motioning for Xavier to come in. Xavier walked forward, stepping through the door. “Look around.” Mr. Roger then walked over to Dyran and grabbed the back of his neck. “Why is he here?” “I don’t know,” said Dyran leaning forward under his grip. “What did you tell him?” “Nothing.” “You’re lying. What did you tell him?” “I didn’t tell him anything.” “You better hope you didn’t.” Mr. Roger released him and made his way inside. Finding Xavier in the living room he said, “Ah Officer Carie. May I ask why you are here?” “I’m here because I see that on our records you aren’t suppose to have a kid at your house anymore cause of what you and your wife did to your daughters, Alice and Christine,” Xavier replied. “And I see that you have violated that protocol with adopting Dyran. “But we’ve had Dyran 14, 13 years. And you’re just now realizing that we shouldn’t have kids in our home,” said Mr. Roger. “I’m offended.” “Yes, well,” Xavier said, slightly embarrassed. Xavier questioned Mr. and Mrs. Roger separately and they both told him the same thing: that he was a normal boy, he worked around the house, did chores, and went to school, occasionally running away. But when Xavier got to Dyran he told him a completely different story. He told Xavier that he was abused everyday, locked in the basement frequently; he was practically a slave rather than a son. “Xavier, you’ve got to get me out of here,” whined Dyran as he made to look like he was cleaning the yard and they were having casual conversation. “I’ve got no good evidence, other than what you’ve told me,” replied Xavier. Dyran gave a big sigh as he actually began to clean the yard. “I’ll see you around Dyran.” “Yeah, see ya,” said Dyran. He didn’t hear Mr. Roger walk out the front door as Xavier pulled his cruiser out of the driveway and onto the road. As he waved to Xavier, Mr. Roger reached up, placed a hand on his waving wrist and pulled his hand behind his back, and trusted it up towards his head. Dyran leaned back, hoping to ease some of the pain that was rushing through his shoulder and arm, but it didn’t help; he clenched his teeth at the pain. “What did you tell, Officer Carie, while you were at the police station?” he half snarled, half asked. “I didn’t tell him anything,” replied Dyran through clenched teeth. “You lie. What did you tell him?” He gave a slight pull at Dyran’s arm causing extreme pain. “Ahh…” his brain became unable to make words as he moved his mouth at each burst of pain. “What did you tell him?” Dyran gave another whine of pain as Mr. Roger gave another tug at his arm. His brain rushed with pain at each small tug to his arm. “I…didn’t…tell him…anything,” he managed to choke out as Mr. Roger pulled his own arm up and around Dyran’s neck, pulling a lot on his arm, feeling as though his arm would be ripped from the socket. He screamed slightly in pain as Mr. Roger lifted his free hand up to cover Dyran’s mouth so he didn’t have to listen to his screams. “What did you tell him?” Mr. Roger asked again a slight edge coming to his voice. He removed his hand after Dyran gave another muffled scream. “I-I-I… Ahh… told him I didn’t… want to go home.” His arm became slightly numb but each slight movement sent burst of pain to his brain. “Please.” Dyran placed his free hand on Mr. Roger’s arm, his legs becoming weak. “You told him more than that,” snarled Mr. Roger. He wanted to scream but couldn’t. “I swear I didn’t tell him anything else,” Dyran replied through half clenched teeth. “You better hope you didn’t,” said Mr. Roger as he placed his free hand over Dyran’s mouth and gave a hard tug at his shoulder. Dyran let out a muffled scream of pain and agony. Mr. Roger then released him and threw him to the ground. Dyran grabbed his arm as he hit the ground and rolled over on his back to look at Mr. Roger. Mr. Roger then stepped forward, leaning over Dyran. “Get back to work, boy.” Dyran’s breaths were coming out in jagged burst as he nodded. Mr. Roger eyed him a moment then Dyran replied, “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy,” said Mr. Roger patting him on the head, then back up he made his way back inside. Dyran watched as Mr. Roger walked in and slammed the door. He lay there a minute, waiting for Mr. Roger to pop his head in the window. Once he did, Dyran scrambled to his feet and ran up the driveway, heading to town, clutching his sore arm. “Did you get anything, Carie,” radioed Lanning. “Nothing,” replied Xavier. “But I know Mr. and Mrs. Roger are lying to me. “Well, get back to work. Over and out.” “Yes, Sir. Over and out.” Dyran made his way to the edge of the city and ran down the nearest alley. He stumbled out of the alley into a cruiser, falling to the ground. He kicked his foot on the cruiser and yelled, “Xavier.” The cop then climbed out of the car and leaned over looking at Dyran. “O’Bryan. I’ve got to talk to Xavier.” “Did you run away again, Dyran?” O’Bryan asked. “No, yes, but for good reason. I need to talk to Xavier, now!” “Get in.” O’Bryan climbed back in the car and unlocked the passenger door. Dyran climbed to his feet and got in the car. O’Bryan reached for the mic. “Officer Carie.” No reply. “This is Officer O’Bryan calling Officer Carie.” He flicked to another channel. “Officer Carie.” “Yeah, go ahead, Bryan,” replied Xavier. “Xavier, I’ve got the Roger boy here and he says he needs to talk to you. It’s urgent.” “Bring him to the station.” “Roger, over and out.” Bryan hung the mic on the hook, started the car, and drove off, heading for the station. Xavier was at the station waiting when Dyran walked in. He walked over to Dyran, placing his hand on his sore shoulder causing him extreme pain and jerk away. “What’s wrong?” asked Xavier concerned. “You want proof they’re abusing me,” he asked looking up at him, still clutching his sore shoulder. “Then check out my shoulder. OH hell, stripe search me!” His breathing jagged and fast. “I don’t care what you do. Just don't make me go back!” Xavier stared at him slightly shocked then said, “Come back here.” He then led him back into a bright office. “Miss. Harold here will check out your shoulder.” Dyran walked over to the table she was standing next to and hopped on. “Take your shirt off, please,” she said. Dyran then reached behind him with his left, unsore arm, grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, setting the shirt in his lap. “Oh my.” There were several bruises on his back and as she touched one with the tip of her finger he jerked forward. “And how would you say he got so many bruises?” Xavier asked. “There’s no way, one person could get this many new bruises playing or working. He’s being abused.” She then turned to face Dyran, placing her hand on his wrist, she lifted his hand out of his lap, bending it at the elbow “Dyran, you’ve got to let get of your arm otherwise I can’t find out what’s wrong with it,” she said calmly. He hesitated for a moment then removed his hand slowly and set it on his knee. Miss. Harold then bent his elbow, then moved his hand around. No pain was being cause and he knew she was going to move to his shoulder next. She gently raised his arm, straightening it towards the ceiling. He winced at the pain as she then lowered it to straight in front of him, then moved it to the side. He winced slightly as she started to move it farther back. Tears started to stream down his face as she moved it slightly father back and moan of pain escaped his lips. She then brought his arm back around and released it. Grabbing his upper arm again, tears running down his cheeks, his breathing jagged and fast. “I can’t tell much from that examination, but I’d say that his shoulder ligaments and tendons are stretched and torn,” she said as she walked to Xavier’s side. “Hopefully this is enough to seize custody of him,” said Xavier looking over at Dyran, who was still breathing hard, looking at the floor. Mr. Roger glanced out the window in the living room, near sunset and saw that Dyran was gone. “The little prat’s gone.” He and Mrs. Roger ran out to the car, hopped in, and drove off to town. Dyran and Xavier were walking to the counter to check Dyran in, when the door flung open and Mr. and Mrs. Roger burst in. Dyran, seeing them, hid behind Xavier. “Can I help you, Mr. and Mrs. Roger?” Xavier asked as they strode up. “Yes, you can hand the brat over,” said Mr. Roger angrily. “I don’t think I can,” said Xavier. “Considering I’ve finally got the evidence I need to seize custody of him.” Mr. Roger glared at Dyran who was peeking around Xavier. ”Fine, keep the brat, but I’ll be seeing you in court and I’ll get him back,” said Mr. Roger angrily. He and Mrs. Roger stormed out of the station. Dyran then leaned against the wall as the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. Dyran awoke the next day with the cell light blinding him. He raised his hand up to block the light as someone spoke to him. “The lights not your only problem.” The voice came from the cell next to him. “What?” asked Dyran as he let his hand fall to his side. The man then reached his hand through the bars, wrapping his powerful fingers around Dyran’s neck. Dyran quickly pulled his hand up, gripping the mans fingers as he was lifted up and slammed to the bars. Feeling the mans other arm wrap around his neck, Dyran gasped for breath. His feet kicked at the air in front of him as the man tightened his grip. “Oh, am I choking you?” asked the man tauntingly. Dyran felt sore all over, his vision blurring. Suddenly the door leading out of the cell room burst open and Xavier walked in. “Hey,” he yelled as he ran to the cell that Dyran was in. He looked at the man and pulled out his gun. Aiming it at the mans head he said calmly, “Drop him, Agog.” Agog stared at Xavier a minute then whispered, “Saved by the cop,” in Dyran’s ear, releasing him. Dyran sat there a minute, gripping his throat as Xavier unlocked the cage and came to his side. He coughed as Xavier asked, “Are you ok?” Dyran nodded his head weakly as Xavier placed his left hand around his neck and helped him up. Walking out past Kyle he asked, “What happened?” “Agog,” Xavier said simply as he led Dyran to the cafeteria. “Until we go to court, you’ll be staying with me,” Xavier told Dyran as he took a drink of milk. Dyran then chocked on his milk. “You ok?” Dyran wiped his mouth on his sleeve then asked, “Really?” “Really what?” “Am I really gonna stay with you until we go to court?” “Yeah.” He nodded his head slightly. Dyran smiled as Xavier added, “But if you cause trouble, you’ll be back in that cell.” Dyran nodded his head in agreement while saying, “I promise. I won’t get into trouble.” “But while I’m at work, you be hanging around Kyle.” Dyran made a face like his milk had spoiled. “Doesn’t he hate me?” “No,” said Xavier shaking his head, “he’s annoyed that you keep ending up in here. But the trails only in 2 months, so he can put up with you for about 7 weeks.” “Why can’t I ride with you?” “Cause I’d have to worry about your safety while I’m out. Besides Captain Lanning wouldn’t allow it.” Dyran made another face and crossed his arms slightly. “What am I to do if Kyle tells me to go away cause I’m annoying him?” “Stay and annoy him more.” “I don’t think so,” said Kyle as he walked in. “The little bugger is gonna be quiet or I’m gonna tape his mouth shut.” “Kyle, I was joking,” replied Xavier. “Well I wasn’t,” retorted Kyle. “Am I not here?” questioned Dyran. “Huh, who was that? Who are you?” joked Kyle. “Ha. Ha. Ha,” laughed Dyran sarcastically. He took a drink of his milk. “I could put a sleeping pill in his drink to shut him up,” Kyle though out loud. Dyran quickly set the milk down and glared at Kyle. “Kyle, don’t. Aren’t you suppose to be at the counter?” asked Xavier. “Rita took over so I could grab something to eat.” He glanced at Dyran. “I was only joking kid. I’m not gonna put a sleeping pill in your drink. Though it’s a good idea.” He quickly added as Dyran took another drink causing him to choke on his milk. Dyran glared at him, a little milk in his mouth. “It’s a good idea.” Kyle had his hand on his chin tapping it softly, thinking. Dyran glanced at his cartoon of milk, then back at Kyle and spit what little bit of milk that was in his mouth at Kyle. He quickly turned to face Xavier and smiled. “Kid,” retorted Kyle making Dyran face him, as he glared at him. “I’m gonna hurt you.” Xavier and Dyran both looked at him, their smiles gone. Dyran jumped out of his chair and ran behind Xavier as Kyle ran at his now empty chair. “Kyle, I’m sorry,” Dyran said quickly as he ran to another table and around it. Kyle didn’t seem to hear him and charged the table, ramming it into Dyran’s mid thighs. ~~~~~~ Any errors let me know and I'll try and fix them. Tell me what ya think. I know it's really long and I have more, but it will take me a while to type them up. So enjoy this and I kinda gave ya'll a cliffy. Read and Review = more of the story