think we’ve lost him for good, he finds us. Paul won’t go
on with his own life because he’s taken it upon himself to protect us
twenty-four seven now. This has to end. I just wish I knew how to do that so
that everyone was left safe and sound.”
“Have you tried going through the court? Can’t you
document all of this, use it against him?”
“He’s a cop. He’s a well-respected one in the city,
believe it or not. He’s a bully and a terrible human being, but he does his job
well and his colleagues cover for him. I have a record. I was arrested when I
was a teenager on a drug charge. I was holding a few pounds of marijuana for a
friend. I decided to roll a joint for myself and my friends as a young, stupid
kid would do. I was smoking it in a bathroom in the park. The cops busted in
and my friends ran faster than me. Mitch was a beat cop then. He arrested me.”
“Oh wow!”
“Yeah…he booked me in and then took me into an
interview room. He was really sweet and he told me that he didn’t want me to be
saddled with a record for the rest of my life…a drug charge. It was an “ Intent to sell” charge because I had so much dope on
me. I started thinking that he wanted sex at the time, but he didn’t ask for
anything and I was a scared kid…I wasn’t offering it. He told me that he was
going to let me go and to stay out of trouble…I was so naïve…”
“What did he do?”
She smiled, sadly, and sat back down. “He let me go
and then every time I turned around, he was there. He’d be outside my school or
at the fast-food place where my friends and I hung out. No one wanted to hang
out with me after a while of that. Who wants a cop following you around when
you’re a teenager, right? The attention sort of went to my head though… Messed
with it, I guess I’d say now. Eventually he was the only one I had to talk to
and we started seeing each other…socially.”
“How old was he?”
“Twenty-six,” she said.
“And you were…?”
“Fifteen.”
I was so shocked I couldn’t even form the words.
That made him not only a creep in my mind, but a pedophile. “That’s…”
“Illegal?” She laughed. “Yes, I know. But he didn’t
sleep with me until I was sixteen and once I was pregnant it made me a
consenting adult…it’s all legal mumbo jumbo, but he held it together…he was
wonderful to me in those days. I thought he was my savior from a crummy life
and I tried hard to be a good wife and be grateful for everything he was doing
for me. I didn’t find out until Victor was two that he’d actually gone through
with the booking that night . Somehow he had made it
look like I bailed out and I had a “failure to appear” on my record that I knew
nothing about and the charges were still pending. It’s too late with statutes
and all of that for them to put me in jail for it now, but not too late for him
to use it against me in a battle for our child. So when he hurt me so bad that
I started fearing he would kill me, I took Victor and ran.”
“What about your injuries when he hurt you? Wasn’t
that documented? Why wasn’t he arrested?”
“I was so afraid of him…and afraid of what he’d do
to Paul if Paul found out he was hurting me and went after him. I made up
stories, and I never called the police. Paul would have tried to kill him and
ended up dead or in jail. He had the whole police force to back him up…Paul had
no one. ”
“I’m so sorry, Marie. That sounds awful.” I thought
about the siblings and all they had gone through to protect each other and I
was genuinely touched by it. Marie had tears in her eyes and my heart was
breaking for her. If she was lying, she was really, really good.
CHAPTER
FOUR
By the time I got back to my apartment it was noon
and I was already exhausted. I didn’t know how Marie did it…or Paul. Being on
the run, picking up your entire life and moving it…always looking over your
shoulder…It had to be exhausting. I was