WEGATH ( VegasPete )

The little Girl

Everything was blurry but Vegas could almost clearly hear all the sounds and voices, all the noises. It seemed to be countryside led by a dirt road, cutting off midway and leading to a vast field, it was windy and chilly at midnight and all the tall grasses swayed with the wind creating an eerie feeling along with the weird silent yet loud surrounding.

Men were running around, to and from a truck to somewhere in between the tall grasses, speaking in low voices and arguing in loud voices, carrying bundles from the truck and then throwing them in the middle of the fields. It was a chilly night, but Vegas felt the warmness when the men lit a fire to the dumped bundles, The view getting clearer and Vegas could figure out the expressions on those men around, tensed? excited? scared? relieved? in a hurry?

The noises got louder, there were new voices now, Vegas could hear kids, he could hear their loud cries, and there was immense pain in their voices, Vegas tried to go near, trying to get a clear view. Now he can see the gruesome event happening right in front of his eyes, burning along the tall grasses were children, the same ones he rescued a day before from the child trafficking racket. The kids were with scars on their faces, smeared with blood, crying, wailing, some were unconscious without any clue that their life will end in their peaceful sleep.

The warmth Vegas felt moments ago turned into chills and he was frozen right there, numb again. And then he heard again, the same cry "Wegath..... Wegath..." But now that voice was accusing Vegas in between the sobs "Wegath why did you leave me? Wegath save me.... Wegath" The cry of the toddler was heart wrenching to even his stone heart.

Vegas jolted awake, covered in cold sweat. He found himself in his room laying on his bed. It was a nightmare, an awful one. He got himself up and went to the kitchen serving himself a glass of cold water to shake off the feeling, the sun was already up, Vegas checked the time, and it was already 9:15. He overslept, too tired that he missed the alarm, he has to be in the office by 9:30.

Vegas took a quick shower, skipping his breakfast, sipping on his 2nd takeaway cup of sweet americano while driving to give himself some glucose boost to get along the shitty day it started.

Two hours passed and Vegas tried to immerse himself in all the files, but he just couldn't shake off the feeling of that particular jarring nightmare. The awful feeling and anxiousness were hard to shake off no matter how much he tried to distract himself. He took a note to enquire about the kids whereabout after he finishes off his work.

During lunch hours Vegas visited the anti-trafficking cell which was in the same building as anti-drug cell. He got to know that the kids were picked up by a local trauma center affiliated with the government. He got the address and decided to drop there on his way back home.

The day was about to end, and Vegas was still anxious, he has already completed his work for the day, so he decided to give himself some rest before leaving, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair trying to find some peace when his phone rang. Looking at the caller id Vegas had a rare smile on his face.

"Hey Buddy" Vegas answered.

"Hey Bro, did you reach office in time in the morning?"

"You brat, why didn't you wake me up before you left, I was almost late."

"I left quite early today so I didn't disturb you, you came pretty late last night Bro. By the way, I'm going to our cousin's place with Chey, come and pick me up on you way home."

"Will do, have fun."

By evening Vegas reached the trauma center and got permission to see the kids after introducing himself as a cop involved in the whole act. A doctor accompanied him to the ward the kids were kept. Vegas inquired further and came to know that the kids will be going through sessions with physiatrists for their trauma and then the kids whose real family couldn't be found will be given to foster care or will be up for adoption.