“Good morning ladies,” he said walking in. “I thought you two could use some breakfast.”

            He laid out an array of food for us. Spencer ate carefully but I stuffed myself. I hadn’t had such good food in a long time. After I ate more than enough food, I sat back in the chair.

            “Thank you Mr. C,” I said.

            “You’re welcome,” he smiled. “How are you doing today honey?”

            “I’m pretty good,” Spencer said. “Dr. Turner told me to stay hydrated so I’m trying to do that.”

            “Ash will make sure you do that,” he said winking at me.

            “Yeah,” she said. “I know she will.”

            “So kiddo,” he said, “I spoke with the police and they will be here around 11 o’clock today.”

            “Ok,” she sighed.

            “I know you probably don’t want to talk to them,” he said, “but you have to.”

            “I know,” she said. “It’s something that I don’t want to think about.”

            “I understand honey,” he said. “But after you tell the cops everything and after the trial, everything will be fine.”

            “I know,” she said.

            The three of us sat around talking for a while. Around 11 the cops showed up just like they said. I moved over to Spencer’s side.

            “Ms. Carlin,” Officer Martin said, “I’m Officer Martin. Good to see you again, Ms. Davies.”

            “You too, Officer Martin,” I said.

            “Ms. Carlin,” Officer Martin said, “I need to know if you will be pressing charges.”

            “Yes,” Spencer said. “I will be.”

            “Ok,” he said. “I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

            “From when he took me to when you found me?” Spencer asked.

            “Yes,” he said. “Everything that you can remember.”

            “Ok,” she said.

            Officer Martin took out a tape recorder and started recording. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said.

            Spencer took a deep breath. “Ok well,” she said, “the night he took me, he grabbed me from Ashley’s backyard. He must have been following us. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He has always been really strong. He ran to his car and threw me in the backseat. He drove off and drove forever. When he finally stopped, he pulled me out and carried me to a room with a small window and a bed. He tied me down on the bed and then left me there. I screamed for hours. He didn’t come back the whole next day. When he came back, he gave me a few pretzels and a few drops of water. He left and came back the next day. He fed me the same thing. I kept screaming and begging him to let me go. He got tired of it so he started beating me. He smacked me a few times and kicked me too. I quieted down after that. I was too scared to do anything else. He left and came back the next day. The next three days were the worst. He came in and fed me the same thing he had been giving me. Then he smiled at me. Not the good kind of smile, the ‘I’m going to do something bad’ smile. I was scared. He pulled my pants down and forced himself inside me. I started screaming and crying but he put his hand over my mouth. He finished and went to sleep for a little while. When he woke up, he had that same smile on his face. He went over and grabbed a few things before coming back to the bed. He had a hammer, steel pipe, and a beer bottle.” She tensed up and stopped talking.