The Girl

His View

It was turning out to be a typical day for me.  I kissed my pregnant wife goodbye this morning and my young daughter.  Everything was going well for me until I spotted a young girl approaching on intersection and just standing there.  I pulled the unmarked cruiser over and watched for a while.  It didn’t take long for a car to pull up and she hopped in.  Some time later she walked back to the corner.

I pulled up to her, she hopped in and told me where to go.  When we got to where she directed me instead of following her up I arrested her.  She was too young to be on the streets.  After bringing her to the station I tried to get information from her but she wasn’t cooperating.  It took a while but I finally found the missing person’s report on her.  Her name was Briana.  I contacted her mother,  who came rushing down to the station.   

Once her mother reached the station I learned that the girls parents had divorced years ago, and when she had gone to get her after a month the child was gone.  She had been 10 years old and the mother filed a missing persons report but nothing had come of it until now.  She was remarried and had two other children but her and her new husband were more then happy to have her daughter back.

I did a little research on the new husband and looked for anything on the siblings, and didn’t like what I found.  I didn’t think it would take long for her to need help.  I really wanted to just call my aunt and see if she could stay there. I was a little bothered by some of the information I learned from her mother, so I made sure to give her my contact info in case she needed it.  As soon as they left I called my aunt and asked, “Aunt Jo would you be willing to let a young girl live with you if she needs help?”

“Of course I would.  What kind of trouble is she in?”

“I found her living on the streets today and I don’t like what I see about her mothers new family.”

“Send her to me at the first opportunity.” After hanging up the phone, I finished my paperwork.

I went home from work that night with a feeling of dread.  Something bad was going to happen.  I never dreamed what was to happen next.  The next morning I got a call from her saying that she needed help, she couldn’t stay.  I told her to meet at the bus station at 7 pm.  I made several phone calls and made arrangements for her to stay with a family member of mine.  I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about this girl, but I was.

I got to the station a little early and was looking around for her.  I finally spotted her walking towards me and could only watch in horror as she stepped into the road in front of an 18 wheeler.  I ran towards her as fast as I could calling for emergency help as I ran.  My eyes connected with hers right before she lost consciousness, and I saw acceptance in her eyes, as if she thought it was the end and was ready to give up. 

She has been in a coma for several weeks now.  I go and talk with her every day, sometimes for hours and sometimes just a few minutes.  The doctors are starting to lose hope that she will wake up, but I keep hoping for the best.  Someone needs to be in her corner.