Love In A Strange Place

What Kind Of Monster Am I?

   I'm an ice cream truck driver. Seeing children run to my truck, when they hear the jingle, brings a warmness to my heart. unfortunately, that's all ripped away from me, when I remember the real reason I'm here.

To pick up.

I didn't want to be the monster I am, but I had no choice. I was born into this business, and now I can't get out. I never knew what my fathers occupation was, until I was about 12.

 I was laying in bed waiting for my dad to come home from work, to tuck me into bed. He never came. This was unusual for him, he always made it in time to tuck me in. So, I decided I would go check to see if he had just forgotten.

And that's how I found out.

I searched the house, but there was no sign of him, so I assumed he was in his office. I was never allowed in there, but this was a big enough matter to go in. What I found was anything but an ordinary office. There were kids my age, cuffed. They looked terrified, and completely helpless. I was so confused. Why would my father want to keep children locked up in his office? "What in God's name are you doing in here?" My father roared. "Dad I-, what are they doing in here?" I asked, referring to the restrained children.

And that was it.

He sat me down, and explained that he "rescues" kids and gives them to people who want them. Of course that was all just a lie. As I got older, the more I learned about the business, and the more I got involved. Now here I am, selling ice cream to my possibly next victim.

I haven't brought any kids in, in awhile, and I can tell that it's upsetting my dad. He can't just go get them himself, he's a 46 year old man. But no one suspects a 17 year old girl, and that's why I'm the perfect candidate.

Looking over the children, there's none that will fit the qualifications to be sold. Once again, it's just a crowd of toddlers. You can't put a boy toddler to work, and you can't use a girl toddler for pleasure. That's just homicide to her tiny womb. I know I sound heartless talking about what happens to the kids once they're sold, but you get cold over the years.

It's around sunset, and the park is basically empty, aside from the homeless people picking their benches for the night. I was lost in my own thoughts about college, and things I'd rather be doing with my life. When someone tapped on the counter, ripping me from my thoughts. "What?" I snapped, not looking the direction of the stranger. "Uh, I'd like some ice cream. If you're closed I understand," he replied in a hushed tone. When I heard his voice I instantly knew he was around 15 or 16. Perfect. "Oh! No, I'm not closed. What can I get for ya?" I replied a little to happily, while taking in his appearance. His stature and build was just right, and he looked like he has worked before. If I could get him, my father would be so proud. I might could convince him to let me go to college. " Uh, um.." He mumbled while scanning the menu. "I can surprise you, if you'd like?" His face lit up at this statement. " Yeah, that'd be great. I don't usually get ice cream, so I'm not sure what I like." "Okay, well, It's in the back of the truck if you could meet me there," I replied as sweetly and innocently as possible. He seemed to believe me, as he made his way around my truck.

Now was my time.

As I opened up the back doors, I motioned for him to come in. Which he did. Once he was in side, I finally got to look at his eyes up close.

I was taken aback.

They were a soft golden brown, but they weren't filled with light. It was pure sadness. I just wanted to pull him into a hug, and tell him everything will be okay.                                                                          Snap out of it Miranda.                                                                                                                         You can do this, just ovoid his eyes.

"So, let me just get it," I said with a warm smile, while reaching into an ice cream bin. But I wasn't getting ice cream. I grabbed chloroform, and put as mush as his weight would need on a paper towel. Now all I had to do was knock him out, but he's twice my size. He could definitely over power me. So, I pretended to fall. I literally just dropped.

He immediately went to help me up,  which gave me an advantage. As I covered his nose and mouth, he tried to put me in an arm bar. How the heck did he know how to do that? It didn't matter though, it was too late. He was out like a light.

I now stare at the limp body on the floor. Part of me wanted to celebrate, and part of me wanted to just cry. What kind of monster am I?

I cuffed him, making it so tight It might draw blood. I can't let him get a way. It's my life or his, and I doubt the odds will be in his favor.

Once I restrained him, I put duck tape on his mouth. This never actually keeps them quiet, but seeing them try to get it off without hands is kinda funny. Lastly, I put on a blindfold. He didn't need one, but I couldn't bare to look into his eyes again.

Now all I have left to do, is bring him to my dad. I know I'm wrong for this, but I'm actually really happy I got him. He's definitely worth a lot of money. He might be my ticket to college, a career.... A normal life.

Seriously. What kind of monster am I?