Inside The Mind

Chapter 3

LAURIE

"Would you like some tissues"? I watched as the young girl cried forcefully into her hands. Raped at 12? Her story goes beyond what anyone thinks.

"I could use some". Her Voice cracked and she sniffed back the snot that began dripping from her nose, I reached out and held her hand looking into her eyes. She smiled wearily at me before I stood.

"Well I'll be right back". I turned my back on her and left her sitting there looking absolutely distraught.

"Daniels"! I turn from my desk where I was retrieving a box of tissues for Annabelle. "Come to my office now". I sigh shifting my eyes from the door to the interrogation room to the open door of the chief's office. Slowly I walked into the open door and stood there waiting for him to lift his eyes from the desk.

"Have you gotten my confession yet"? Is this man serious.

"No sir, but she's telling me everything from the beginning. And it's serious". I hold the tissue box up in my hands for him to see.

"So she is actually talking to you"?

"Yes sir".

"Good, she was a close book at the other precinct".

"What do you mean"?

"The responding officers took her to section 5. She sat cold and silent. They brought her here after she kept yelling about them".

"Yes sir she said her friends did it".

"Well let me show you what she...or these friends did shall I, please have a seat. She can wait". I sat waiting patiently as he dug through folders that scattered his desk. "Here we are".

I grab the folder from his hand and opened it to a gruesome scene of pictures. A man, late 30's naked on the floor of a garage. His face was black and blue, bruised most likely from a heavy object hitting him. The more I looked at the pictures the more damage was done, cuts deep and precise sliced his chest open and his heart laid next to his hand. I shut the folder.

"I don't want to see anymore". I threw the folder back onto the desk and shook my head, "That girl that is in there couldn't have done this. She's frightened, skiddish and alone". I stood pushing the chair backwards with a little more force then I expected to. "She's talking about years of abuse in there, she's terrified to be touch let alone touch someone".

"She was the one leaving the garage Daniels, don't put your heart in this keep a sound mind during the interview". I nodded my head turning on my heels ready to return to help this fragile young lady. "Oh and Daniels", I turn again seeing him dig through the pictures of the crime scene. "She attempted to take a trophy".

I walked slowly and took in the picture of the man's lower half. His member was cut off in a fashion that looked as if a hand saw cut it. The next picture he held up was the penis in a jar inside a cooler full of ice.