Elias-

It's been a week and I refuse to talk to anybody. I don't talk to the nurses, doctors, detective, social workers nobody. I'm chained to the bed unless I need to use the bathroom or shower. Even then they stand outside the door and the door stays open. It's annoying and it pisses me off to no end. I just want to get out of here but I'm constantly under surveillance.

I sat in bed, staring at the wall. The tv was never on, I never asked for it to be on.

The doctor came into my room along with my social worker. Her name is Jeniene apparently. The doctor checked the machine that never stopped beeping and made sure I was alive

The doctor started off "Well Elias, we have some good news. After doing your DNA test we found out you do have some family."

I sat there confused. I never knew anyone else besides my mother and father.

Jeniene then took over. "It was throwing us for quite a loop because what we thought was your birth certificate actually wasn't. That was a fake birth certificate that your mother created. Who you thought was your dad wasn't. What happened was when you were just a few months old your mother ran off with you after a messy divorce with your father. She was not allowed any custody or visitation rights at all but your father decided to let her say goodbye to you before she left. She then kidnapped you, changed your paperwork and vanished."

I sat there stunned. All the information from this week just jumbling up in my head. What did they mean I was kidnapped? By my mother? I never truly knew her. She was always too high or drunk to care about me.

"The reason we even have your information is because Liam, the man who ran the underground fighting ring had all your information and dates written down, We attained them when we gained a search warrant to cease all his information. Now the reason it was so difficult for us to find your family and connect the dates is because your birth certificate is fake. You're not 14. You're 13. Your birthday is incorrect. You do not turn 15 in 2 weeks. You turn 14 in 4 months." Jeniene said softly

I sat there frozen I'm not 14. I'm 13. Everything I know is incorrect. My paperwork is fake. Is my name even Elias?

"Is my name actually Elias or is that a lie to?" I said angrily.

Both the doctor and social worker looked shocked I said anything.

"Yes your name is Elias but your last name is Rameriez. Your mother changed your last name but kept your real name." The social worker said.

"But back to your family. You have 5 older brothers. The eldest Alvaro Rameriez is 27 and has taken guardianship over you. He is on his way now to sign some paperwork, meet you, and take you home." Jeniene told me.

I sat there in complete disbelief. I not only have a fucking family but 5 older fucking brothers?? I missed out on so much because my fucking excuse of a mother decided to take revenge on my father, kidnap me, and leave me with an alcoholic, and addict fake dad. That's not even my real dad. Fuck. What the fuck is actually going on today?

"I thought I was supposedly 'detained' supposed to go to jail and all that shit. What happened to that?" I asked the doctor.

The doctor looked at me and just stared. So Jeniene took over. "Well after talking to a judge the case is being put on hold. Between everything that's just been uncovered and the agreement with your eldest brother we decided that would be the best possible situation. What you've been put through, dealt with, and been dealing with its not fair to shove you in juvie for something you did or didn't do."

"So does that mean someone take these fucking cuffs off me then??" I ask angrily as I shake my wrists

"We can get an officer to take off the cuffs since you're not being detained anymore. We still do need to talk about the logistics of this very unusual situation." Jeniene told me as the doctor left to get the officer at the door.

"So this is the situation we have on our hands Elias. You, a run away minor has been living on his own for 3 years. From 10-13 years old. You were originally in 6th grade. You haven't been to school in 3 years, and you weren't passing 6th grade. We have all of your school records. They show us that you where absent more than you where in school. You didn't complete most of any of the school assignments. Your parents never showed up for any meetings or courts. Should I continue?" Jeniene told me

I just stared at her. She made it sound like it was my fault. I was only 12. Well. I thought I was 12. I was what 10? 11? I don't even know how old I was.

She continued to ramble on about school records and my family shit while an officer came and unlocked the handcuffs. I rubbed my wrist and saw the red ring from the cuffs. I was pissed. So I apparently have a family, I was abused by a man who had no relation to me, I was lied to my entire life all because my mom was a bitch.

Jeniene walked out while the doctor and a few nurses started talking to me about treatment.

"So you have a broken nose, three cracked ribs, a bruised rib cage, a dislocated shoulder, internal bleeding, and multiple sets of stitches on multiple lacerations. You need to be keeping all the incisions clean with an antibacterial soap. Make sure you keep them dry and covered for about 5 more days then let the stitches breathe. These stitches dissolve once they're not needed so you won't have to get them taken out. You had internal bleeding that we fixed but it could take anywhere from 3-6 weeks to heal. Your shoulder needs to be in a sling for anywhere around 6 weeks- 6 months. That depends on how your shoulder heals. You'll be given a brace for your ribs and you need to wear that for 8 weeks. Make sure all your ribs are healing just right. No strenuous activity at all. No running, working out, you can walk but if your chest gets tight and it feels like something is pinching you from the inside you need to be sitting down or laying down. Your ribs could break completely if you're not extremely careful. There's a lot more to go over but I'll do that when your brother gets here so he can help out. For now rest and I'll let you know when your brother gets here." The doctor said as he and the nurses walked out the room.

I sat there staring at the wall. What the actual fuck is happening to my life.

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Another chapter down. This one took a lot of re-writing because I wanted to make sure I was kind of getting his treatment right. Not just some bullshit I made up.

Let me know how this chapter was. Be honest. Be nice

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