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I stood there staring at him for a long moment. Iíd spent the past couple of days confronting pedophiles and now this. This was just wrong on so many levels. He was standing there trying to justify himself to me, like I was just going to say, ďYeah, you know what? Youíre right. You can go.Ē Lou Durning, the man who was supposed to be helping to catch people like him.
A lot has been building in me these past three years, too much for me to hold back the rage I feel as he stands there whining about how these girls know exactly what they're getting themselves into. It makes me question everything I am, everything I was raised with. It makes me question my faith. How can there be a God if men like this are allowed to roam free, to hide in plain sight.
I wonder how many other young girls heís been with and how many of them he was able to make contact with because of that TV show he works on, the one thatís supposed to be exposing men like him. The anger flares again and I place my sunglasses and watch on the counter. I turn back to Durning and tell him heís resisting arrest. He takes a step back and denies my accusation.
I know what Iím about to do is wrong but I canít stop myself, donít want to stop myself. I know if I do this thereís no going back but in the past two years Iíve killed men for less. I take another step toward him and he looks terrified. Good, thatís what I want. I want him to feel the same fear that the young girls he takes advantage of feel. Another step and I know what Iím going to do.
With each step a little more of Lieutenant Caine disappears. My soul is turning and Iím not sure I like what Iím turning into. But Iím not sure I can stop it from happening. Iíve been through too much and I canít take any of it back. I canít take this back. I take my final step, the one that takes me over the line. My fist draws back as my soul falls into the abyss.