Lost

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I sat in a little room with officer Carlson. In her hands she held the missing persons report. She seemed nice enough.
"Your father came to a police station in western Virginia the day you left. From what I've heard he was drunk as hell and wouldn't leave until we did something about his beloved daughter who'd been kidnapped. It seems pretty clear that you haven't been kidnapped though." I nodded.
"The real reason for sending out these reports wasn't to find you. It was to question you." I squirmed in my chair. "What kind of a father was he to you?" Officer Carlson asked. I took a deep breathe. This was it. I figured the best way to tell her was to show her.
I started by rolling up my long sleeves. All over my arms were dark bruises. Mostly from trying to block the blows to my face or from when he'd grab my arm. Next, I lifted up my shirt on one side to reveal horrible bruises and scars along my rib cage. That's from him kicking me.
I continued by showing her bruises and cuts over my legs, neck, and even my face. Once I was done I sat back down. "That's what kind of father he was." I said quietly. Part of me wanted to cry at the memories, but mostly I boiled with rage.
"I think we should take this to court. Put him behind bars. Make him get what he deserves." Officer Carlson said.
I slumped down in my seat. I'd be fine with that, but I never want to see his face again. Going to court means being around him. I shook my head.
"I don't care what happens to him. As long as I never have to see his sorry ass again."
"Getting him behind bars means you'd probably have to be present in court, in order to plead your case."
"I don't want to see him." I simply replied.
"Sam, see these posters? He wants you back. He's going to try and find you." Officer Carlson warned me.
"Don't worry. He won't find me." I stood up. "Are we done here?" She stood up as well.
"Yes, thank you for your time." The officer responded.
"Oh, and these signs." I pointed at the missing poster on the table. "They're going to be taken down, right?" I asked. She nodded.
"I think you're making a mistake Samantha Toms." Officer Carlson said as she lead me back out to the waiting room to find Harry.
"Maybe I am." Was all I said.
"Look, if you change your mind." She handed me her card. "Give me a call."
"Thank you." I smiled at her.

I looked around the little station. It was still next to empty. "Harry?" I turned around, where was he. I went up to the counter where Dan was seated. "Have you seen Harry, the guy I came with?"
Dan squinted as he looked around. "No I haven't. I suppose you'll need a ride back to your car." He stood up and walked around to where I was standing.
"First, could you help me find Him?" I asked desperately. I'd only known Harry for a day, but I was panicking. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in a long time. I needed him, I couldn't do this on my own.
Dan went to check the men's room while I frantically searched the waiting room. I started asking the few people in the building if they'd seen a tall curly haired guy. They all gave me the same "sorry, no." I'd only been gone for a few minutes. Where did he go?
An old balding cop tapped my shoulder. He informed me that he'd seen Harry exit out the back door. I ran out the door. "Harry!?" I yelled.
Was he ditching me? Was this what this was? He saw his chance and left me. Damn. He has my car keys! What if he takes my car? I fell to my knees outside of the door. Covering my face with my hands. "This is what I get for trusting someone." I said.
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. "What's wrong?" A deep familiar voice asked me. Slowly I turned my face up.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" He sat down next to me on the cool pavement. I shook my head and smiled.
"I was so worried." I said as I flung my arms around him. "Where'd you go?"
"There is a conveniently located little bagel stop across the street. I figured I'd grab us some breakfast." He replied innocently. Here I was, quick to think the worst. This guy didn't have a bad bone in him.
Just then Dan stepped outside. "You found him! Ready to hit the road? My shift ends in an hour." We stood up and followed Dan back out to his car.
Dan dropped us off at my car and wished us the best of luck. We thanked him and he sped away. I got into the drivers seat, so Harry could sleep. After we'd been driving awhile Harry looked over at me.
"What happened back at the station?" He asked. I relayed to him exactly what happened. Instead of feeling relived he got upset. "Your not going to put him in his place?" Harry sat up and frowned.
"Sam." He continued, but I cut him off.
"No Harry stop. You don't understand. Okay? You just don't. You can't. You couldn't."
"He needs to pay for what he's done to you! He can't get away this! You suffered for years!" Harry raised his voice.
"I don't want to ever see him again." I said quietly.
"Then close your damn eyes! Do you understand how severe this situation is?" He continued.
"Yes I do! That's why I left! Don't you see? I want to be done With all of it. I don't give a shit what happens to my dad. As long as I'm very far away."
Harry slumped into his seat and crossed his arms. He didn't say anything. He just glared out the window.

I hope you're liking it! Thank you so so much for reading. :))))
~J