"Excuse me I here to report child abuse my cousin had been sent to look after me when my mother died, and my father abandoned me. Unfortunately, she is a little bitch and comes home every night drunk with a boy trailing after her. On top of that she locks me in my room when I cry and whips me with a ruler when I don't do things quick enough. So, if it would be O.K can I please speak to a foster home." I inhaled a deep breath and watched as the policewoman stared with worry filing her eyes, unsure of what to do next. Lines creased her forehead which I'm pretty sure weren't there before.