Still Doll

Chap (11)

 "So, this all the things that happened to you... In a month?" A new officer wrote everything I said while I sat down in a spotlighted seat.

 "Yes," I repeated for the hunderth time or more, "Please help me. It's your job."

 The officer shook his head, flicking through pages, "It's hard to believe Mr. Winston would have anything to do in attacking, ballet I know, but attacking... It doesn't add up." he thrown the sheets down and got up.

 "Look Regan wrote this in my wrist a while back." I showed him the tiny paragraphed message 'Naughty dolls become broken dolls'. He grabbed my arm and tried to identify it. "It does have a resemblance to Mr. Winston's..."

 I pulled my wrist away, "You have to believe me. He acts like a friendly guy, I know this must be hard for you to dilute." I stood up, "This man got away with murder of his own son."

 "Mitchel?"

 "Yes, he also got away with murder of Mr. Tron. He frauded a medical issue on me. How can you not believe me? I don't want to let this man get away what he did to me or what he'll do to other women." I place my hands on the smooth table and leaned forward eye-to-eye with him, "Have you got a daughter?"

 He nodded, "Why?"

 "So.. What would happen if Mr. Winston came along and attacked her. Would you believe me then? Would you wait that long to admit I'm right?"

 "Don't ever say what'll happen to my family!" he stood up, sticking his index finger out to show defence. I sat back down, "I don't want to be reminded what it was like in that room. If you don't cage him up I'll never be free of myself."

 "Julie. We need evidence, you can't just say all these things and expect him to be behind bars in a flash." I stood up once again, "Get evidence." 

 I walked out the door and the police station, I decided to leave Regan's car there to prove I was already at the police station. 

 I knocked on the door, my heart beat at the max of one hundred, I pressed my eyes closed for a few seconds waiting for a click in the door, when I heard the door swing open I lifted my lids and focused my eyes on the two couple infront of me, tears stung my eyes, "Mom... Dad!" 

 "Julie?" Mom's delicate face broke a little, she stepped forward and gave me a strong hug followed by dad. "I missed you two so much!" I whimpered. Mom pulled me away from the hug and grabbed my face, searching my expression, "Where did you go! What happened." 

 "I was kidnapped by a man... Regan Winston." I felt my eyes tingle my going into a day-dream. "He forced me to do performances for him... If I didn't he would abuse me." Dad's face went red with anger. "But it's okay now, he threatened to kill me but I got away. I'm finally free and safe!"

 "Oh, hunny boil the kettle! Ring the family, its time to have a little party to celebrate you getting back!" Mom's tears streamed down her cheeks. 

 After a while, when the party was filled with guests, Dad, Mom and me finally adjusted to each other and soon forgotten the whole Regan subject. I was happy to back, in such a loving home who wouldn't? I'll never forgive myself by accepting a ride home with Regan. I'll have to get over it though, I need to re-live my life again even if some of it has been waste on him.

 I'm going to take a break from ballet dancing and concentrating on fundraising for abused children and catching up on lost times with my family and friends.

 Regan has been reported for abusive contact, murder and threats all adding up to a lifetime in jail. He may of denyed all of the causes but I finally proved it by introducing his son's body and they found the footprints engraved on his son's body matched to the ones he was wearing that day.

 All this happened just in a week.

 "I'm going outside mom!" I called sounding much more like a child than a nineteen year old woman.

 "Be careful dear." she called after me from the sitroom.

 I grabbed my notepad and went outside the back field to visit my old friend the oak tree. I sat under it and grabbed out a pen and started sketching the field around me, drawing it delicately and carefully.

 I looked sleepily up at the sky as I rested my notepad down on the soft healthy grass, white flakes started to fall from the grey sky.

 "Hello snow." I smiled.

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Short but sweet, It was obvious from the start that Julie would find justice to both her and Mitchel and Mr. Tron. Thank you so much for your support in reading or voting.

 Live safe lifes my friends <3