The Man Who Changed My Life- part 2

... It seemed like my mom was there within in seconds. I instantly felt safe in her prescences. I thanked the waitress for her help and got into the car to head home. I filled my mom in on what happened, but before the story was complete the police were at the house. Soon after that my father arrived. So for the third time I recounting the morning's events. I told the police about the car in the alley and then I was struck with fear. Rembering that my purse, my drivers license was next to his car, if the car was still there. Then I wondered how long had this man been watching me, waiting for the oppurnity to attack me. With panicked eyes I pleaded for someone to get my book bag. My father grab his coat,"No daddy I don't mean you". I imagined my dad coming face to face with a rapist, with a killer. I held on to my father's arm, telling him to wait, let the police go. He assured me that he would be right back I had to trust him. Still I wonder why one of the two cops could not go 1 block to find my purse, my bookbag and the car of the man who'd tried to hurt me.

police safe-play

My dad kept his word and handed me my belongings. My IDs and all my things were there, but the car was not. I wondered when the man came back for it. Maybe I should have busted the windows. The police finished taking my statement and then told me it was time to go to the police station. I felt a little excited, I'm not sure why. I guess it was my desire to see justice done; I wanted to make sure that I helped them put the man away so that he would not harm anyone else. I held on to his image so that I could give the best description possible to the sketch artist. I believed that they would catch him eventually, but hoped that today would be the day.

So with a few nosy onlookers I got into the back seat of the cop car and smiled at the irony. It was so nice to see so many cops that day. Walking into the police station gave me a ton of comfort and security. I was calm before, but now I felt like I was back to my normal self. One cop told me to have a seat and they'd be right with me. They did not explain why my parents could not come with me; I assume that they needed to question me to make sure that I was telling the truth. As I waited a good looking cop smiled at me and asked me why I was there. I gave him a brief synoposis and felt proud of myself for keeping my promise, the promise to walk away without a scratch. He said to me with a warm smile,"Good thing you got away. You saw his face so he would have killed you". With that he patted my arm and told me to take care. My smile faded. I'm sure the thought had crossed my mind, that's why I refused to be pushed in his car. The officer made that possibilty of death seem so real. I figured out that the man knew where I lived and what time I left my house everyday. I'm glad he did not rape me,but if he wanted to he could break in and kill me, kill my family. They had to catch him today.

After another interview the cops said they would take me home. I furrowed my brow and asked them if I was going to see a sketch artist. They said no, they don't need that today. Fustrated but ready to get home I followed them to the car. What a lousy way to get a day off of school, but I was grateful. My mom pampered me all day, my friends came over to protect and support me. Everyone but my boyfriend, Justin. When I told him what'd happened he listened in silence. When I ws finished talking he said that he had to go. It felt like he did not love me, but I gave him the benfit of the doubt. Maybe he was in shock. Besides I had all the support I needed. I was alright. I was stronger than I ever knew. I stayed calm and thought quick on my feet. Now I know without a doubt God loves me, he saved my life and I would never forget that. For now I would take it easy and just appreciate that I was home and safe.


LazyKing said...

You were excited to go to the police station!! it's not because you wanted justice but because you were curious.
I'm happy that your family and friends came support you.
And your bf?? hopefully you'll explain in part 3