CPS officer- Val

"ROOM. NOW!" Your father screamed as you scrambled off the floor, cheek stinging from the belt he'd taken to it. You had made the mistake of being in the kitchen for a snack when your drunkard father came home and now you were paying the price. You scurried to your room, eyes stinging with tears and you curled up on your bed, only coming out of your pathetic daze when the doorbell rang.

It was around midnight and Val stood in this shitty neighborhood looking at the shitty lawn and the shitty man that answered the door. He smelt like cheap booze and frankly looked like cheap booze if cheap booze was hairy, smelt like cat vomit and skunk, and had a stomach that rolled outside of a shirt that had stains he didn't want to know about. "CPS officer Valentino. I have a warrant to search your property for any signs of abuse or neglect." He said respectfully although just from one glance he knew this man didn't deserve it. "Please do not resist or it will just make things worse for you." he said icily after a long pause to which the man did not move aside from the doorway. "Sir-" he started again but the man snarled, cutting him off "Who the fuck sent you? was it that bitch next door? she's always snooping in my shit with her long as dick shaped nose. Or was it Terry from 'cross the street!? That bastard called the cops on me once for disciplining my wife." he snarled and just as Val was about to speak he spotted a child peeking from a stairwell somewhere behind the man. The kid looked like they'd been through hell and back. Red lashes across their face marred their youthful face and bruises were littered all over their starved frame. They made eye contact with Val and looked mortified as they froze in place