"How long has Allan Mitchell been abusing you?"
I have been sitting on the couch at the Knight's home, facing two police officers. I have only been from the hospital seven hours, before they got here.
I didn't know that talking about my abuse would be so hard. Just thinking about it was making memories that I wish I didn't remember flashed through my mind. I felt Carson squeezed my hand in reassurance and I looked up at him. I was glad that he was here with me. I didn't think that I could do this alone.
I looked towards the officer who had asked the question. He was blonde and probably in his forties. He had a kind and understanding look on his face. "Six months after my mother died two years ago." I answered.
He wrote on the small notepad that was in his hands, before looking at me ag
