Secrets

The message in the Scars

August 8th 2001

SHAUN MASON'S POV:

Why was I doing this? I'm a psychiatrist for God's sake! what am I doing working for the FBI. ugh- why did they need me anyway? Karen called me in at 2:30 in the afternoon, I have a 7 year old son at home!

"Thank god your here Shaun, it's an emergency!" Karen was basically pulling me into the house.

"Woah...slow down, what's up? why do you need a shrink?" I was starting to get confused.

"Shaun....its...theirs kids inside. young ones. a baby and a 6 year old. Shaun she-she saw her mother die. she won't tell us who did it, so we called you in."

Here I am, talking about how much of an inconvenience this is for me. As I opened the door I heard loud screeches and softer sobs. in all my years, I've never heard cries like this. there she was, sitting on the couch in their living room. I knew exactly who this little girl was, just about everyone in America does. She's the daughter of one of the biggest and most dangerous criminals of all time. Of course, no one could prove it. Hopefully she was the key to catching him.

**2 Months Later**

"Hey Rebecca sweetie, are you gonna talk today?" I asked her. This was getting a bit obsessive. Rebecca hadn't said a word since we began questioning her 2 months ago. whenever she's about to slip, her lip trembles and she stops all emotion and closes her eyes.

"Becca, you can trust us here sweetie! we won't let that evil man hurt you, okay?" I was begging her now. Her father had done so many terrible things. To her, to others,the list kept going on and on! "Becca, why don't you start by just listening, okay? I'm going to ask you some questions and just nod or shake your head, can you do that?"

Rebecca shook her head like she was a scared little kitten, and she closed her eyes.

"Did your father, Jack Nesley, kill your mother?" I had already asked that question about 100 times. I looked over at the clock and sighed, we have been here for over 3 hours. Rebecca looked at me and shook her head quickly, the tears were slowly coming out of her eyes. "Sweetheart, I don't mean to hurt you! your dad is a really bad person, okay? we need your help to catch him. If you tell us what he did, we can find him and he won't hurt you ever again!" I took a deep breath, their was no use in yelling at the poor girl. She wasn't acting scared, that was the weird thing. "Becca are you....are you scared that he's going to hurt you?" I asked her quietly, maybe she was protecting him. Rebecca slowly shook her head. Great-we can help her if she's scared, not if she's protecting him. "Becca, your daddy's a bad guy! he hurts people. why are you protecting him?" I was getting angry again, I can't help it! this guy makes me so mad. For the first time in 2 months I heard Rebecca speak. "I'm not trying to help him!" She was yelling at me, her tiny body shaking with anger. "he hurt my mommy, and you think I'm trying to help him?!?!" Rebecca was shaking now, anger filled her eyes. I could use this, I would feel terrible about it later, but I could use her anger now.

"Theirs no use in protecting him! he's killed so many people. you know what Becca, you may be young but you need to know that the next death...that's on you." I am a terrible person. This poor kid has been abuse her whole life and I'm not helping. Rebecca was shaking with anger now, angry tears were dripping down her face. I could tell that years of abuse were taking its toll on her. Rebecca looked so angry! at me, at her father...she looked angry at herself. "I get that he's your dad Becca, but he's a bad person. you can't keep protecting him!" That sent the little girl over the edge. "JACK IS NOT MY FATHER! HE HURT PEOPLE AND HE HURT ME AND THATS NOT OKAY!" Rebecca was screaming at me, she could barley get enough air in her lungs to yell. "YOU THINK IM PROTECTING HIM? IM TRYING TO PROTECT MY BABY BROTHER! HE THREATENED TO KILL HIM! he's...he's the only family I have left." Rebecca got up from the couch as slowly walked towards me. she turned around and lifted up her shirt,what I saw their changed me forever.

Rebecca had an assortment of scars all over her back. White knife marks from years ago, violent red whip marks from... maybe a few months ago? and then on the small of her back, Don't tell, was carved into her skin. I gasped out loud, Rebecca acted like these scars were nothing. "and now you know what he did." she said. I was speechless, I knew Jack Nesley was a bad man, but I never knew the extent of it. I knew that Rebecca and Jordan needed help. their father would never stop. he would murder his children just to keep him from jail. "Becca, a nice lady is going to come and take you to safe safe place for a while okay? You can trust her." I said softly to her.

"NO- WAIT!" Rebecca started to yell at me. "You can't tell anyone what I told you! he'll know I told someone and he will kill Jordan!" I sadly smiled at her. sometimes we need to lie to keep children safe. "I won't tell anyone Becca, I promise you. your secrets safe with me" Rebecca gave a sigh of relief and smiled at me. I couldn't bear to look at her anymore. I had to tell what she told me, this was the only way we were going to be able to convict Jack Nesley. we finally have a witness, the only problem was keeping her safe. that's when the Idea hit me.

A/N:

Yay! hopefully things are starting to make sense? I realize everything is really confusing and awkward right now, but that's basically how i think. next chapter will go more into detail about Karen, Shaun and some of the other characters that are going to be introduced! Ta-Ta for now!

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Thank you!

MANTHEII

P.S. in this book Sean is spelled Shaun b/c i hate when Shaun is spelled Sean. it's like bean, only with an S.

Bye!!! thanks ;)