Prologue
May 19, 1942
“Miss, please point to the man that abused your mother.” the policemen demanded.
I had been reluctant to tell the authorities who it was; I was afraid the man would be mad at me. I tried acting like I never saw the man who hurt my mother, but everyone knew I was lying. I extended my 8 year old arm out and curled my fingers to point at the man.
“Number 3, sweetheart?” the policeman asked.
I nodded my head in response, not wanting any of the suspects to hear my voice. I clung tighter to my teddy bear, as I looked in the man’s eyes.
“Mr. Carrey, please step forward.” The man who I pointed to stepped close the window I was looking through. Policemen went into the closed room, and released the suspects that weren’t guilty.
“Don’t remove Carrey until the girl is out of here.” the policeman who spoke to me instructed.
Mr. Carrey stared straight ahead, like he was instructed to, but I knew he was looking for the person who would tell on him. He had pure hatred in his eyes for that person. And that person was me.
Everyone was cleared out of the closed room, and Mr. Carrey stood alone. He came close to the window and kneeled down to my height. The policeman grasped my hands in his, making me stand my ground.
“Parker, I know it was you. I know you're in there. And once I get out of here, I’ll make you pay.”
Fear racked throughout my entire body, making my body tremble. Tears spilled down my cheeks rapidly, as Mr. Carrey snarled at me through the glass. His large hands slammed on the glass repeatedly as he tried to break through to get me. I screamed in horror when he let out a devilish laugh.
“You’re going to end up just like your mother, Parker.”
A policeman lifted me from the ground and carried me out the room quickly. Officers swarmed into the closed room where Mr. Carrey was, and held him down, while I left. The policeman brought me into the central part of the center, away from Mr. Carrey.
“Find her family, and contact them. We need to find her a legal guardian.” the policeman left me with another.
“Hi, princess, I’m Policeman Scott. What’s your name?” he said, trying to stop my tears from flowing.
“Parker Leighton.”
“How old are you, Parker?”
“Eight.” Policeman Scott wrote down my information as I gave it out to him.
“Any relatives around, like a father?”
“My dad is in the war. I haven’t seen him since December.”
“Any family?” he asked, getting hopeless.
“Where’s my mom?”
The officer wiped his hand over his face, preparing himself for his answer.
“You won’t see your mom for a while, Parker.”
“Why not? What happened to her?” I pestered the officer with questions.
He picked up his walkie talkie and pressed the button on the side.
“Father at war and no known family. Relocate to witness protection or an orphanage?”
Officer Scott released the button and an inaudible voice spoke back.
“Okay, Parker. We’re gonna go to your house and collect your things. You're gonna live in an orphanage until you can see your mother.”
“No! I don’t wanna live there! I wanna live with my mother!”
“Sweetheart you can’t.”
“Why not! I wanna see my mom!”
“She’s in an insane asylum for schizophrenia."
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Fanfic“Parker, run!” I grabbed his hand and began to run. He let go of my hand and ran alongside me. I wasn’t going to run without him. I wasn’t going to lose another person, not again. I kept running as fast as I could, until he stopped running. I stopp...
