Sheexplained that there was a little girl that lived there that waskidnapped and found dead in the woods. The mother never accepted herdaughter was m...rdered.I ran and ran. I was crying. I remembered the girl. It was all over thenews and we were not allowed to go out and play, as our parents imaginedwe could be the next victim. Mom seen that I was crying when I came backhome. She gave me a hug and asked what the problem was. I told her aboutthe girl being kidnapped and killed. Mom hugged me. We laughed, “That HAS to hurt” she said, pointing at my chest. In the rush of adrenaline I’d taken little notice of my injuries, but as I looked down I saw that my shirt was torn and I had scratches on my chest and shoulders deeply. “Not as much as having to pay for that bike,” I said, though her notice of my injuries seemed to have awakened the pain of them. “Where’s the nearest doctor over here?” I asked, hopefully.She said “by this time no one’s available, just park your bike over here and. They were about nineteen and twenty too young for the beer they had just started drinking. She said to them "You boys are in trouble. You are too young to be drinking beer. We can make a deal if you don't want to go to jail." They looked at the sexy cop and said "Anything. We can't go to jail or we will lose our scholarships." Kim looked at the boys and said "OK, get out of the car." When she had them out and standing she told them "Now take off all your clothes because we are going to have a. “Charlotte didn’t tell you?” I asked, not really surprised. I rolled my eyes and crooked a finger, stepping out into the hall.I waited until she had the door closed and explained to her what had happened with the girls and what my mother had done, leveraging my conscience to get me here to fix this.Patty looked at me blankly for a few moments, processing what I had said. She finally wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. She was at the end of her rope, I could tell. I hugged her back and.