If you had it, then you would not have
a “C.” Oh well, I cannot argue with you if you are studying. If the kid opens a book, let her go. I am glad she remembered where I put the remote. Little thing always escapes me. This new picture is ugly. It does not belong in the hallway. I can’t put my Braves pennant anywhere in the house, but this goes up in the main hall. Katie, this room is a complete disaster. Why can’t you clean your room like your sister? Ah geez, the bathroom is a mess. I cannot believe pretty girls could live in such a mess. Pick up the freakin’ clothes at least. Unbelievable. Is that blood? Who is bleeding? Jenny didn’t seem hurt. “Jenny are you hurt?” “What are you talking about?” What did I say? “I saw blood in your bathroom. Are
you bleeding?”
“I’m fine Daddy.” Good. “Where’s your sister?” “I think with mom in your room.” Well somebody is bleeding. It’s quite a bit
too. Kids do the craziest things. They always get hurt, especially girls. “
...forced himself on me.” What? “What?” “Mom, a guy asked me to come over
to his car outside the mall. Then he pushed me inside of it. I don’t know his name. I have seen him at the lumber yard when me and Daddy look at tools. He is tall with brown sorta curly hair.” That’s McArthur’s son. That’s the
owner’s son. Paul McArthur. Did he hurt my Katie? Oh no. Katie my darling. “Don’t tell Daddy. Please Mom.” “Ok.” Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me
anything. I already know. Don’t worry. 15
“Hey Daddy. Whatcha doin?” “I just need to get into my closet.
That’s all.”
“What’s in your closet Honey?” Nothin, lemme alone. “I need to get my coat. Is that
alright?” “Yeah. Where you going?” What the hell? Twenty freakin
questions? “I forgot my book at the office. I’ll be
right back.” “What are you doing with your long
coat? It’s not that cold out, is it?” Ah, I swear. Do you want to see what’s
under it? Keep quiet. “No, not really. I just feel like wearing
it. I like this coat. It is a long time until winter, and I want to wear it. Besides, it is going to rain tonight.” “Ok, well, be careful.” Not my Katie, dear God, not my Katie.
What do I do? How do I do it? My worst nightmare is reality. But why? Is this my fault? Did I fail somewhere in my parenting? What happened? My Katie deserves the best and only the best. Not this. I don’t want to hurt anyone. This is not me. I should call the law. What if they don’t prosecute him? What if he is freed? I would surely have to do it then. Who is this piece of trash Paul McArthur? He wants to ruin my Katie’s life?
“Paul?” “Yes sir?” What do I do? Is this a mistake? “Is your dad home?” “Yes. Hey Daddy, come here.” This can’t be happening. Why? “Hey, what’s going on?” How do I tell you? You wouldn’t
understand. You don’t have a daughter.”
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