Slightly ashamed of this set, but it's for a 100 word challenge, so~ Also, this is not a pretty story. :|
"Mister and Missus Sarin, please, take a seat." Doctor Marshall gestured toward a pair of leather backed and cushioned chairs, worry lines and wrinkles hinting to the amount of years he'd found himself in this position. The couple sat, a round middle aged man and plump, brunette woman. She was grasping his arm tightly, her ashen and pale face reflecting her husband's. "As you know, your son was brought here at approximately twelve-thirty this morning. He's suffered...well, he's sedated right now."
Sharon Sarin gasped loudly. "Is he...is Audrian going to be all right?"
Doctor Marshall nodded, continuing. "Your son is going to be fine. We had to rush him into surgery, but I assure you, it was to set a broken arm and check for internal bleeding." Another high pitched gasp. Dev Sarin looked at his wife, rubbing her hands, and trying to calm her tears.
Dev cleared his throat. "Sir, Doctor, we were called by the hospital. They told us our son was here, but not why. We haven't even seen him yet! So please, I know you're not telling us everything. We just want to know what's going on."
Marshall sighed and signaled to Deputy Carter. The man came into the room and leaned against a tan wall. He tilted his hat to them. "I can tell you medically, but Deputy Carter and I have a few questions before we can answer everything. We'll start at the beginning, I suppose." Flipping open a manila folder, Marshall read over the contents, and laid out a series of x-rays.
"Like I said, your son was brought in at approximately twelve-thirty this morning. He was unconscious but breathing. His face had severe swelling around the right eye and his clothes were torn and bloody. Along with a few other cuts and abrasions, there was nothing else physically wrong with him. A few other tests, however, proved there was a lot more to be done."
Pausing, Marshall pointed to an x-ray of Audrian's arm. "Here you can see a fracture in both his Ulna and Radius. We've set those, but he'll be wearing a cast for a few months. In this x-ray do you see how this ligament looks different than the others? This is a common sprained ankle. He'll need to stay off it for a few weeks. And here," He spread out a group of x-rays that had Sharon hiding her face in Dev’s shoulder.
"These are your son's ribs. I'm afraid three of them are bruised. He's lucky they aren't cracked or broken. Finally, this is his brain. There is slight swelling, but that's to be expected of head trama. We've been monitoring the swelling every hour and I'm happy to say there has been a decrease." He took a deep breath and stood. "That's all I can tell you for now. I'm going for coffee while Deputy Carter fills you in on the rest. Would you like some?"
"Yes, thank you." Dev replied, watching his wife fish out a package of tissues from her purse. His own heart was heavy with dread. He knew there was more though and frankly, wasn't sure he could take it. Turning back to the Deputy, he asked, “Is there a specific reason the State Police are here?”
Deputy Carter took his hat off, fiddling with the bill. “Mr. Sarin, the State Police are called in for extremely dangerous and serious offenses and crimes. There’s no right way to ask this, but is your son in the transgendered community? It’s not the nineties anymore and hopefully this millennium will bring less hostility toward the….queer community.”
Dev shook his head, a million scenarios racing through his mind. However many he considered, the end result was the same. Someone beat his son. His grief was quickly turning into anger. “Are you insinuating this was a hate crime? I understand this is North Dakota, but for f.ck’s sake!”
Carter held up a hand. “Please, answer the question and try to stay calm. I don’t enjoy the thought either.”
Sharon answered quietly. “No. Audrian is gay, yes, but he has no desire to become a woman. He believes society has no right telling people how to dress. Rather, it’s the person. I suppose he prefers women’s clothing for his own reasons. That’s how he dressed when I met him.”
“Wait. You’re not his mother?”
Sharon smiled sadly. “I most certainly am. I married Dev when Audrian was fourteen. It’s all a bit muddled, but his birth mother basically gave up custody of him when they divorced. That woman isn’t much of a mother if you ask me. Anyway,” She huffed. “was this a hate crime?”
“No.” The Deputy’s mouth settled into a firm line. “I was asking because that can help his case in court, but I doubt the jury will need swaying.” Taking out his notepad, Carter read over his notes, and clicked his pen. His fears were slowly swaying to his original conclusion. “Before I continue, there are a few questions I need to ask. I’m going to have to ask you to answer honestly and not to make up what you don’t know. Exactly how long has it been since you’ve seen your son?”
Dev frowned, squeezing Sharon’s hand. “A few weeks. He calls every day though.”
Carter scribbled down the answer. “Uh huh. He’s in a relationship with a Dakota Vargas, correct?”
“Yes. Why these—“ He was cut off by Marshall returning and setting two paper cups of steaming coffee on the desk. Marshall shared a glance with Carter.
“The sooner you answer the questions the sooner we can get to the answer and you can see your son. Now, how long has Audrian been with this man?”
Shrugging, Dev answered. “He was sixteen I think. Audrian will be twenty-one in August, so, about five years.”
Carter nodded, debating how to ask the next question, feeling his ulcer acting up at the knowledge these parents’ lives were going to get a lot worse. “After they started dating did your contact with Audrian decrease?”
Sharon sipped her coffee while Dev made no move for his. She could see his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Yes. I’m not surprised. He’s a busy man.”
“Right. But was this decrease more than normal?” At his agreement, Carter asked his final question. “Would you say this absence of visiting resembled carelessness? As if he stopped caring about friends and family?”
“If you put it that way, then I guess. When we talked on the phone he sounded fine. I mean, he said he loved us and he’d see us soon.”
Deputy Carter closed his notebook and stood, returning to his place against the wall. “Thank you. That’s all I have for now.” Marshall sat heavily in his chair.
“Mister and Missus Sarin are you aware your son has visited this hospital, on a yearly basis, more than once for bodily injuries? It’s possible, but, is Audrian a clumsy individual?”
Dev sputtered over his coffee. “My son is a figure skater! There’s no…” He faltered, a shadow falling over his features. “What are you trying to say?” His wife’s grip tightened tenfold.
“We believe your son is, was, in a DAR—a Domestic Violent Relationship. Your answers point us in that direction and…” Sharon broke into a fit of sobs and Dev began turning a dark shade of red.
His voice rose in volume when he said, “That sonuvabitch has been beating my son for five years? I’m going to kill him! I’m going to bash his perfectly coiffed head in!”
Sharon grabbed his shoulders, holding his panting form and trying to calm him down. Deputy Carter stepped in, signaling for the other officers to stand by. “That won’t be necessary.”
Dev’s head snapped up. “Why the f.ck not?”
Marshall splayed his hands on the desk, apprehensive of how Mr. Sarin was going to react. “He was taken into custody at twelve-fifteen this morning for the r.pe and attempted murder of your son.” Dev caught his wife when she buckled, sliding down to his knees when they went weak. The anger went out of him in a gush of air, leaving a cold emptiness.
“Wha—How?” He asked, clutching his wife closer. Deputy Carter shut the door to the office. The least he could do was offer the family some privacy.
“Until your son wakes up, we only have a guess. That and what Noah Whiteley has informed us. We believe your son was attempting to leave for good when Dakota Vargas came home. There was a fight and your son was pushed down the stairs. It’s plausible he fell, but given the circumstances, we don’t believe so. Vargas then proceeded to r.pe your son. A gun was somehow involved. He hit Audrian in the face with the butt. When we found them, Vargas was strangling him. We think Vargas’ plan was to kill your son then himself. It’s not uncommon in these types of relationships. Dakota Vargas is going away for a long time.”
Tilting his hat, Deputy Carter left the room. He’d be back in a few days to interview the victim. Dev Sarin, having returned to his seat, was worried for his wife. She had stopped crying, but she hadn’t ceased shaking. “Why didn’t he say anything or ask for help?”
“Mister Sarin, individuals in these situations often feel embarrassed or alone. They don’t want anyone to know. In your son’s case, he may not be aware relationships shouldn’t go like this. Anyway, there are going to be many hardships here on out for him to overcome.”