LOGINDixie since Ken had left her had moved back with her parents and Spencer, she didn't know signing those papers had signed Ken most of the rights to Stacy, which was the last child that she could have they had to tie her tubes when she had Stacy with the complications of the birth the Dr had thought it was best since she almost died. She only has two kids Spencer and Stacy her two babygirls she wouldn't just let him get away with taking her away from her.
His family had money well Kelly's did and she was helping make sure Dixie never seen her again. Why she had no clue. Ken had never really wanted Stacy in the first place and he didn't like kids, but now it was just about taking her away from Dixie..
Her parents were helping her find a Private investigator to see where she was at if she could find Stacy, there would be hope to get her back, to save her. It of course wasn't a cheap, and the funds were running low, but she couldn't give up now. They had come so far they had found medical records and they were on track to finding the school that Stacy was attending...
Dixie's only hope was that Stacy would remember her, and wasn't brain washed by Ken, and Kelly. She remembered finding out that the whole time she was pregnant Ken was cheating on her with Kelly. Abuse was bad, cheating was bad he was just a complete asshole. She believed all his lies and all his sorrys just to have her daughter taken away from her. She wouldn't give up- not without a fight, so she hired a personal investigator, and a lawyer to try and find a way to bring down the sneaky lawyer that had tricked her into signing the divorce papers. She didn't carehow much money, or what she had to do as long as she could find Stacy, shehadn't realized that doing all this, she was pushing away Spencer because shewas so busy trying to find Stacy.
Spencer wanted to find her sister as well, but she was tired of being pushed aside just because her mother had another child. She was jealous andinfuriated. She wanted love, she wanted attention.. right now Stacy wastaking it away from her but yet they hadn't seen her in five years. Spencer was now eight, she had only seen her sister a couple of times when Dixiebrought her to Grandpa and Grandma's house. She did love her little sister and adore her while she got the time with her, but why couldn't her mother spend time with her while she focused on finding her sister, she thought?
Stacy looked at the blanket scattered on the floor, she wondered if maybe it was the wind, or maybe a rat, it couldn't have been her right. She focused in on being cold, and really wanting the blanket again she had to see if she was going crazy and she didn't have much time left. She thought really hard and it didn't move, she felt like she was going insane, once again shivering and looking at the blanket trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, maybe that would help.... slowly the blanket began to rise off the floor and move towards her...OH HOLY COW WHAT THIS CAN'T BE TRUE NO WAY!!! No way no way was she a witch? No no no that stuff was not real at all right?!??!!!Still the blanket now on her lap begged a differ it was on her lap after being over in the closet area in the room! Wow wow this was so cool and scary!Pulling her out of her thoughts came a knock at the door, it must be dr Nichols act cool she thought to herself. If
If it wasn't already as terrible telling her councilor Stacy was alone in the hospital bed officer Shay was outside the door as Stacy had to strip. Her clothes would have to go to the evidence for trace of what had happened to her this morning.... She was now in a pink hospital gown with unicorns on it, if she wasn't so nervous and scared she would've thought it was cute, her blue eyes looked dull and tired, her hair was messy and her body shaked with terror. What was gonna happen to her now?She took a couple deep breaths trying to calm herself down but she couldn't, tears came streaming down her face. What if she had to go back? Was it really normal for dads to do what hers had? Did it really mean he loved her? Why did she still hurt so bad on her hooha? She thought as she heard a knock at the door. It was the doctor to come examine her."Hi Stacy I'm Dr. Niah Nichols I'm the doctor for pediatric victims unit, I am not here to hurt you. I'm jus
After telling Mrs. Fitz the police had soon arrived at the school to get Stacys story. She hated repeating herself over and over again she had already felt like her dad was going to murder her if he found out she told anyone, now the police were here talking to her. She told them the same thing she told Mrs. Fitz. Tears streamed her face each time she had pictured what had happened this morning. She was off in her own world thinking about how much she was in trouble, how she'd get punished, and how they wouldn't believe her, when officer Shay came in and kneed down by her. Officer Shay had beautiful brown hair that was all the way down to her hips it was pulled into a high pony tail, she had a tough demeanor, although she was very nice to Stacy, she was very fit, and she was a victim officer. "Hey Stacy were going to the hospital ok? We have to run some testing and get you seen by a doctor okay?" She said trying to comfort her and make her feel safe.&
Stacy was finally going to tell her counselor today, she was just waiting until lunch like she always did, and slithered to the counselors office. She didn't want Shelby or Brandon to see her, or to tell Kelly that she had gone to the counselors office. When she finally reached the door she knocked hearing a come in she opened the door."Hi Mrs. Fitz I know we don't have a meeting scheduled for today, but I can't keep going on like this…" Stacy paused "I need to talk about this with someone, someone that can't tell anyone." Stacy said sitting in the chair in front of Mrs. Fitz"What is going on, Stacy? When we have our visits you never tell me anything. Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Fitz asked her green eyes filled with concern for Stacy. She cared about her students.Stacy took a deep breath not trying to hyperventilate, she was so scared to tell anyone what was going on "You promise not to tell anyone?" Stacy asked she needed reassurance that she was safe."I
Stacy had nightmares about what her father had done to her, she was afraid to speak or even look at him. She feared that if she told that he would find out and beat her, and then do it again. How much longer was she supposed to take the abuse? How much longer could she stand staying silent about it? She just wanted a escape, she wanted to run as far away as she could. When your only five you don't get very far without the police finding you and taking you home. As she got dressed that morning for school she had brushed her hair in the bathroom, tears streaming down her pale white faces, her blue eyes dull and with a hint of pain, her red hair used to be long and wavy was now ear length and straight it was uneven and it looked horrible she absolutely hated it. She hated Kelly, she hated her father, she was lost in her thoughts of hate when her father had burst into the bathroom door, locking it behind him. Ken knew she hadn't ta
The next week had been the worst she had ever had, the punishment seemed to go on forever. She didn't get to go to school for that week. Kelly had called the school to say she was sick, also she called the visitation center to tell them Stacy was sick, they both seemed to buy it. The closet was dark as the light bulb had burnt out, Kelly didn't come check on her, neither did anyone else, did they even notice she was gone? She hadn't eaten besides the peppers she was forced to eat. It had already been about five days that she had been in the closet, her stomach was rumbling, she could barely talk and her mouth was so dry. She had heard someone come down the stairs Stacy stumbled back into the corner.To her surprise her father opened the door, he had a smirk on his face he was wearing basketball shorts, and no shirt on Stacy stared at the plate of food and drink that he had, there were also a couple of snacks on the tray that he held. Where was Kelly Stacy thought. Why was he b