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I stood there staring at him for a long moment. I’d 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, “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. You can go.” 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 he’s been with and how many of them he was able to make contact with because of that TV show he works on, the one that’s 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 he’s resisting arrest. He takes a step back and denies my accusation.
I know what I’m about to do is wrong but I can’t stop myself, don’t want to stop myself. I know if I do this there’s no going back but in the past two years I’ve killed men for less. I take another step toward him and he looks terrified. Good, that’s 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 I’m going to do.
With each step a little more of Lieutenant Caine disappears. My soul is turning and I’m not sure I like what I’m turning into. But I’m not sure I can stop it from happening. I’ve been through too much and I can’t take any of it back. I can’t 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.
Fin