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I walked quickly down the road

holding the money tightly

Thinking someone may take it away,

my sins come back to bite me.

But no one did and I continued to walk

wishing I had a car.

While also trying to get very far away,

from the loud noises of the bar.

It was desperately cold outside,

and I wished that I was home.

Because despite how old I was,

I was afraid of being in the dark alone.

I trudged down these quiet streets,

and saw something I hoped there wouldn't be.

And spun slowly but suddenly around

to see a set of headlights approaching me.

I didn't want to do this after all,

and wished I could run.

But other girl's told me about sicko's

and that is how their games begun.

So instead I stood their shielding my eyes,

waiting for the head lights to go down.

And sagged with relief to see it was a cop,

who helped me up from the ground.

He put me inside his car and wrapped me up,

while my slight body shivered in the cold.

I was surprised that he decided to help me,

this cop who was so very old.

I turned towards him as he got in

and asked if he could drive me home.

Because my mother had to head to work

and my little sister would be alone.

He asked me how far I lived

and asking where it was that I stay.

He seemed mildly surprised in fact

when I told him "home" was twenty miles away.

He asked me no questions at all,

he just stayed silent and began to drive.

He said he'd never have let a girl walk that far alone

as long as he was alive.

I smiled at this old cop who was so sincere

and happy that he seemed down right kind.

Until I began to fade into dream like memories

that suddenly flooded my mind

 Twelve Years Ago:

I remember being so much smaller

with mama asking me to stop screaming please

and vaguely remember a pain so fierce

that I had fallen to my knees.

She was screaming into the face of a boy

that my memories said was my brother,

but I was more focused on this lady

who I couldn't believe was my mother.

She had millions of tears cascading her cheeks

as she tried to brush them away.

While my father packed his bags, back to us,

and she begged him to stay.

He said he was taking my brother with him

and that those two would be leaving this place

And then my father had turned around

and for the first time in years.... I remembered his face.

Then I was thrown back to the present

by the old cop's gasp and a sqeauling tire.

To see the house and place I had grown up,

was being swallowed up by a giant fire.

The police and fireman were trying to put it out

and I saw my mother satisfied where she seemed to be.

I screamed in her face asking what she had done,

she replied.... "I'm getting rid of Kennedy..."