Chapter 4: Painful Cries

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"Are you being for real right now?" Guy asks surprised. I simply nod affirmatively.
I say, "Well, she was wanted in that country for this terrible act, but due to being on good behavior for 2-3 years and doing acts of community service they allowed her to travel to limited countries. Out of which, one of them was ours. Later on we figured out the fact that she had been the person who the police had been searching secretively, few days before her death. Guess what she did? This amazing human being had raped a 7 year old child."

The look of disgust and contempt on their faces showed the weight of the situation.
"I seriously need more info," Henry says while gulping down some water.
I just take a moment and continue, "After coming to the States, she hadn't done anything bad or alarming in the first two years. Then using this trust as an advantage she apparently disguised herself as a teacher. We heard from the other teachers that she was very friendly and always polite to students. When we asked the students, they said completely opposite things. They stated that she always touched them a little too personally, when they tried to set boundaries with her, she threatened to fail them and make sure that their lives would be ruined. More than that, she even threatened with a knife that she would kill their families at night, if these incidents went out of the room. This is why the students couldn't complain to their parents, they were afraid.

The 7 year old boy studied in that school, Diamond Public. I believe his name was, uhm, Kenny. Yeah he was from Whitestreet too and everyone used to call him Kenny boi because apparently he used to walk like a chicken. He was very much loved by every family in the street, especially Rachel. They were stuck too each other like glue and he told her somethings which he never told to anyone. They had such a precious relationship. He was very fond of that teacher too, even though she taught higher grades. They used to ride the same bus home, but she used to get off before Kenny and walk into the woods to reach her house no one knew where it was.

So this one day, after school, while coming home in the bus, Alice the pedophile, invites Kenny to visit her house for a little while. People in the bus said that she had offered Kenny's favorite hot chocolate and he went with her. I think that was the last day I saw the boy smile. She brutally raped him in her house, for hours. He had scars all over his body, nail marks and he was pushed around harshly too while struggling.

He hit himself pretty hard in the head. After using him till midnight, she just kicked him out of her house, down the road, in a dumpster. Poor child was found by a homeless saint on the street who immediately called the cops. She tried splashing water on his face, trying to keep him awake. She really did save his life, if it wasnt for her trying to keep him awake, I don't think he'd have survived at all. His parents were roaming everywhere in search of him, with the help of cops. They weren't aware about Alice as Kenny hadn't mentioned about her to them. They checked with his friends, the school and everyone who they could think of, but they didn't find him.

Then the cops received the call from a payphone station and rushed to the site. Ambulance sirens, a huge crowd and Rachel were there. She didn't know what happened, just the fact that Kenny was missing and something happened to him.
The moment she saw him-" I pause for a second, tears welling up in my eyes, one of them falling down.

I continue, "The moment she saw him, she screamed, the raw grief and anger could be seen, and she cried at the top of her lungs while she was trying to cover her eyes from the horrid sight. She runs towards him, but was held back by few cops and even Kenny's parents. It took four whole men to stop her from storming into the crime scene. She was punching and kicking everyone who came near her. I didn't stop her, I never do. I was silently standing aside, balling my eyes out quietly. I wondered why such horrible things happen to the most beautiful and pure souls. It was terrifying that someone would do something like this.

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