Cry, my beloved people

What happened Part 21

Tracey was more relaxed after the bath as Faith was watching her getting back in bed.   Faith told Misses Trengrove that she would probably be late the next day, as she wanted to escort Tracey to the police station. That was if she could convince her to go.

"Tracey I don't want to bully you into something, but I think we have to go to the police. If they can find that man and put him behind bars, it might prevent him from doing it to other girls and help you to get some closure."

Tracey looked horrified. "How mom? He said he will kill me if I go to the police. I think he wanted to kill me with that blow against my head." She answered.

At least she is talking now, I better keep her talking, she might get a better perspective and get it off her mind. Faith thought as she said: "How horrible, where did it happen?" she asked to give Tracey time to recollect and tell what happened at her own pace. That would also help her when she needs to tell it to the police the next day.

"You know the bushes next to the sugar cane farm on our way to school?  He started talking to me when I was near them and told me how sexy I was looking. I thought he was making small talk like the guys at school.  I even thought of him being kind as I did not feel sexy at all after granny's funeral.  I missed her so much.

Then as we were close to the bushes, he suddenly grabbed me.  He closed my mouth with his one hand and forced me into the bushes.  He didn't even realize that I have dropped my schoolbag."

"You must have been scared to death, oh my poor child!" Faith cried.

"I feel dead mom, I tried so hard to feel alive again."

The exhaustion in her child's voice scared Faith.  She knew she had to act immediately to prevent her daughter to give up on life.  Not because of that villain, she won't allow that.  She had to keep her talking.

"What happened next?" she asked softly but urgently.

"He told me not to scream or he will kill me.  I was too scared to scream anyway.  I wouldn't get any sound from my throat.  He told me if I go to the police, he would kill me, then he ripped off my clothes and was on top of me.  It was horrible.  I can still smell his breath.  It smelled like beer.  Oh, it was just horrible!  Then I felt the blow and everything went black.  It was so horrible, I thought I died." Tracey said as she started crying again.

"Oh dear God, thank you that my child is still alive!" Faith prayed.  "And God please guide us to see what you want us to do in spite of the threats and evil deeds of that villain."

She took Tracey in her arms and rocked her again. What should they do?