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I took her. I intercepted transport from the group home back to where her
kidnappers live, and I put her through what she’s already gone through twice
now. Someone took her from her real parents, and then the ID makers took her
from them, and now I’ve taken her from them. I honestly don’t
know if it was the right thing to do, but I had to get her away from those
people. She outed them as her abductors, and even though they’ve reportedly
never abused her before, she was living in misery, so this may push
them over the edge for all we know. They might kill her, and make it look like
a suicide, which would make them my archnemeses. I really don’t know;
the level that these people are unpredictable is ten, ya see?
We’re both on the run now, and I obviously can’t tell you where, or it might
get back to the Ol’ Man, and the Ol’ Miss. My little secure workstation
is mobile, though, which is how I’m able to post this without being
traced. She is four months from turning eighteen, at which point, she’ll be
able to make her own decisions. She says that her first order of business will
be to submit to a DNA test, so they can find her true family. We can only hope
that she is in the system. If I have to keep her safe, and everyone at
bay, then that is what I’ll do, regardless of what happens to me in the
end. I can’t really say much about what we’ve been dealing with since last
night, because I don’t want to leave any clues about our location. We could be
in Mexico by now, or close to it. Or maybe we’re on a boat in the
middle of the Atlantic ocean, or even a southern state where they like
to play golf. All I’ll say is that she is safe with me in every way
possible. I never thought I would do anything like this, but I will never hurt
her, and I won’t let anyone else hurt her either. She is free to go whenever
she wants, and she understands that. If she ends up deciding to just go back
to those people, then I’ll drive her there myself, and finally just turn
myself in...for everything. That’s fair, I hope.
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