That same day, Elissa was taken to the Chief of Police, and she had to tell him her story. It started out the same way Elissa had told it to Rae, but it had ended a little differently.
"After I left Mrs. Irvings house, I went back home and waited for my dad to return. He had returned about two hours later, hot-headed and drunk as usual. He looked towards me and said, 'Where does that boy live?'
"To save his life, I just shrugged, and replied, 'I don't know.'
"'You do too know, little bitch!' he yelled, and started running towards me. He grabbed my throat, and started choking me. 'Tell me where he lives, now! Or I'll just end up killing his whole family!' he threatened.
"'Dad, I really don't know!' I screamed as I tried pulling on his fingers, trying to loosen his grip. 'Please, just let me go!'
"He threw me down, and muttered, 'I'll figure it out, and then you'll have to pay for it as well!'
"I just sighed, and ran off towards my room. 'He won't find out! I'll make sure of it! Or I'll make him forget about it! I don't care if something happens to me...I just won't have anyone die because of me or my father..." I kept telling myself.
"The next few years went by just fine. I figured my dad had forgotten all about the little boy, until one day, I realized that when I woke up, my father wasn't anywhere to be found. 'Damn it!' I yelled, and ran outside, not caring that I was still in my pajamas. I looked around everywhere for him, but it was no use. I was about to go over to the little boy's house when I saw that there was some blood that was in a trail, leading inside the house. 'I'm too late...' I said as tears started filling up in my eyes. 'This can't be happening...there's no way that he can be dead...' I kept thinking to myself. I just silently walked back home, and threw myself down in the bed, crying and crying until no more tears could come out. 'Everything's my fault...there was no need for that little boy to die...He was the one who accidentally saw my father beating me...all because I was stupid enough to open the car door...' I thought to myself. I was insane that day. The next thing I did was the most drastic thing I've ever done in all of my life. I got out of bed, and ran into the kitchen where I looked everywhere for some kind of knife that was sharp enough to kill me. I finally found one, and I still remember the very tip of it being so close to my skin...that I couldn't find it in me to actually kill myself. I stood there for about thirty minutes, just trying to work up the courage to push the knife into my chest, and then even deeper into my heart. I felt enough pain just by the tip of it just barely touching me," Elissa was saying.
"Do you still have the wound from the knife, Miss Elissa?" the Police Chieftain asked her.
Elissa nodded silently, and pulled down the collar of her shirt to where there was a little scar about the size of a drop of water on her chest.
"Okay, please continue," he beckoned after he inspected it.
"I finally realized that I didn't have it in me to kill myself, and so I decided that cutting my wrists would be the best way out. So I got the knife, and slit my left wrist over and over until I was losing so much blood that my whole arm went numb. I fell to the ground, crying over the pain, and noticing what that little boy must have gone through," Elissa said, pulling up her sleeve to let him inspect the cut wounds on her arm and wrist.
"It must have been real tough on you, wasn't it, Elissa?" the Police Chieftain said.
"It was...I don't know how I have managed to make it this far Elissa sighed, and pulled her sleeve back down.
"Is there more afterwards?" he asked her.
Elissa nodded, and continued, "When my dad returned home that afternoon, he saw me sitting on the floor, with blood caked on my arm, and me still bawling. 'How could you do something like that?!' I yelled at him, half out of pain, and half out of anger.
"He walked over to me, and kicked me over to where I was lying on the floor. 'You little bitch...you tried to kill yourself, didn't you?!' he yelled at me as he tried grabbing the knife from my tightened hand, but failed. 'Give me the damn knife!' he commanded.
"'You need to feel the pain...that that little boy went through...' I said, and went to stab him with it, tears of anger rolling down my cheeks. I just barely grazed part of his shin because I was too weak from the blood loss.
"He then bent down, and grabbed it from me, and stabbed my left arm where it had already started healing. 'I don't need to feel the pain of others like you do, Elissa...' he said coldly. 'The only reason why you're feeling all of that pain is just because you have too kind of a heart. And you didn't even have enough of a heart to actually stab me. Looks like you'll just have to put up with me for the rest of your life.' He smiled with the last statement, and then threw the knife to the sink, making it clatter against everything in the sink. 'Now go clean the dishes!' he ordered, and went to the living room.
"It was a few weeks after that when he informed me that he was going to be going on a trip for four days. He said that he would be calling me every hour or so to make sure I was still at home. He said that it had something to do with his job, but I didn't intervene.
"I just nodded my head, and thought that the only way I could escape from this horrid place was if I ran away after school on the forth day that he was gone. I ran away on that very day, and ended up running into Rae, which wasn't expected. I later found out that the little boy was his younger brother..." Elissa finished.
"Okay, thank you, Elissa for telling us about this. If it weren't for you doing this, then even more children could have died," the Chieftain thanked.
"Just please...lock him up for his entire life...I can't ever see him again afterwards, or I know he will make me suffer," Elissa pleaded.
"We'll make sure it happens, Elissa," he said. Now, I need you to lift up the back of your shirt, so I can see your scar from the fire poker. I can tell you if there is anyway to make it go away, if you want that is."
Elissa smiled, and said, "Thank you very much..." She then lifted up the back of her shirt for him to see the scar. She heard some clicking sounds, and saw some flashes. "Why are you taking pictures?" she asked him.
"I just have to take pictures of the scar, so the surgeons can know what you can do, or how long it's going to take for your scar to heal. I have to send the pictures off to them," the Police Chieftain explained. "You may put your shirt down now."
Elissa put down her shirt, and turned back around.
Finally, she'll be able to get away from her dad.
