Don't Let Me Go

A Very Important Little Detail

 I woke up before Scott but didn't want to move. I just laid there and pondered what happened the night before. I could tell I had gotten through to Scott but that he was still far from being normal again. If he ever would be. Scott has never been a killer. When he killed Gerard he'd had nightmares for a while and ironically my dad was the one who helped Scott get through that. He never did tell me what my dad told him about Gerard but it seemed to have helped him. Wait a minute....

I slowly pull away from Scott and I walk to the kitchen to grab the cordless phone. I dial my father's number praying he'd answer. He could help me help Scott. 

"Allison?"

I sighed in relief, "Hey Dad, I need your help."

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He immediately jumped to conclusions that I was tied up somewhere like he always did.

"I'm okay Dad. I actually had a question... about Scott."

"What is it?"

"Well I know that you talked to Scott... after he killed Gerard...and I need to know what you told him."

"There's a lot of horrible things your grandfather has done. Some that you don't know about. I sat Scott down and told him everything my father has done that I know of. It was a long list and as I kept listing them I could see Scott was confused. I made him realize that if he hadn't done what he did then Gerard would have hurt one of us eventually. He wasn't going to be stopped. No one understood more than I did about necessary actions in order to prevent more deaths."

"That's it?" I breathed

Was it really that simple? Did Scott just have to know he had done more good than harm?

"It didn't completely heal him Allison. Not everyone is born to kill and Scott wasn't. It took some time for him to realize he had in fact done the right thing in killing him."

I hung up on my Dad. I just noticed a very important little detail. I didn't know anything about the four men and I didn't even know their names. I know I can't convince Scott by telling him they'd probably raped other girls. He heard that from me a million times and it didn't do any good. He created this life for these men. He believed they were just drunks who didn't realize what they were doing. He was wrong. They did know what they were doing. I wasn't the first victim and I knew I wouldn't have been the last. How can I prove that to him?

"Allison... Allison I'm sorry."