A.N.: This is a chapter of a very rough first draft for a story I've been working on. This happens only the afternoon after Ashley and Luke's father showed up to their school intoxicated, and the vice principal sent CPS to the house where they found drugs and evidence that Luke had been beaten.
I'm aware it's very unpolished and unfinished, but what I'm actually looking for in terms of feedback is how I can make a more realistic portrayal of CPS taking the kids away from their parents.
April turned her head to her son in the
backseat of Ashley's car. “So, Luke. You want to tell me what
happened back there?”
Luke ignored her.
“Whatever. I have more important
things to worry about.”
“Like what?” Ashley asked.
“Binge drinking so we never get to see you when you're actually
sober?”
“Well I'm sober now, aren't I? God, screw it. You
act like it's so easy to stop. If you had a piece of trash husband
like I do you'd want to drink all day, too. But fine, fry me for it.
You know what? Screw it. It's over now.”
“What's over?” Luke asked. “The
hell are you talking about?”
April gulped. “This life?
Living in that dingy house? I'm done. We're going to get away from
your meth head father. We're going to move to the city and we're
going to all get jobs. I'm never going to drink again. Sound
good?”
Luke and Ashley ignored her. They both knew the same
spiel time and time again, of their mother taking them away from
their awful father and starting over either in the city, or the
country, or in another country, or wherever her sobriety told her.
This time, it only took a few minutes before she changed her mind.
“Well, maybe just one more drink,”
April said.
When they pulled up into the yard,
something was amiss. Two child protective services vans were in the
driveway, as well as a police cruiser. A man and woman in navy blue
uniform were at the front door, dragging away Brandon in handcuffs.
Ashley, Luke, and April gasped in unison.
They all got out of the car as Brandon
kicked and screamed, begging for them not to take him. “Please!
Please! Come on, leave me alone!”
“There's the mother! Get
her!”
Two more agents came up from behind and
tackled April to the ground, shackling her in handcuffs. “What's
going on?” Ashley asked. “What are you doing with our parents?”
The agents ignored them. Ashley and
Luke were helpless but to watch as their parents pleaded for
forgiveness. “Come on,” Brandon said, before being shoved in the
back of the child services van.
“Shut up you piece of trash,” April said. “It's over.” She soon disappeared into the
back of the van as well.
A male agent, buff and bald, approached
the children. “Lucas and Ashley, yes? Name is Hank. We've searched
your residency and found proof of parental abuse as well as illegal
drug use, enough to detain your parents. We're going to take you two
and send you to new temporary legal guardians until we investigate
further.”
“Screw that. I'm eighteen,” Ashley
sneered. “You can't do anything to me I don't want to do.”
The agent sighed. “You're absolutely
right,” he admitted. “But your brother isn't eighteen yet. He has to come with me.”
“I don't want to come with
you,” Luke said. “You can't make me.”
“I'll be Luke's legal guardian.”
Ashley's heart was pounding about the idea. “I can raise him.”
“That's all well and good, but until
you go to court and fill out the proper paperwork, we have to follow
the procedure. I can't force you to go, but your brother has to come
with me. There are no other options.”
Luke sighed. A long pause followed. “I
guess I have no choice,” he said. “Actually nah. Screw you. We
never relied on our parents for anything anyway.
Let's go, Ashley.”
“Then you leave me with no choice.
Officers!”
A police officer shoved Luke to the
ground, holding him there while another wrestled handcuffs on him.
“Hey!” Ashley yelled. “You can't take him! Stop! Stop it!”
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