Another week has passed by and I am nice enough to run by to pick up Evelyn again. I can't see how she lives here. The place is all run down with graffiti all over the building. There are punk ass kids roaming the area and over in the one corner by this tree are a few guys smoking and I am sure it's not cigarettes. I wouldn't even think about raising a kid up in this kind of environment...but then again some of us really don't have a choice.

I have my doors locked until she comes out of her apartment. On her way out I hit the unlock button and let her in. "Thanks for the ride again."She rolls her eyes.

"No problem...you ready to go"

"Let's do this."

I back up and head down the road.

"So...do you think that young girl will be there tonight...I was hoping she was there last week? I can't get my mind off of her."

"Well maybe she will be there tonight." I reply back.

We get to the building and I park in the far parking spot. I really don't mind the walking. During the session we both notice that she does not show up. Mrs. Jackson gets all of our attention. "So...we have some sad news. I don't know if anyone seen the paper but Sadie was in a really bad car wreck after the last session. She is up at General Hospital. I am not sure about her condition or the baby but I wanted you guys to know. So please send her prayers for a fast recovery and hope that the baby is also alright."

We all bow our heads and pray in that moment...giving her a moment of silence. I pray that the baby as well as her is alright. After the session, Evelyn and I head back to the car when I notice something under my windshield wipers. It's in a yellow envelope. I reach over and take it out and look at it.

"What is that?" Evelyn says as one of eyebrows raise to look at me in confusion.

"I have no idea." I open it up and look inside and there is a book of some kind. I pull it out and on the front cover has curly writing... 'This belongs to: Calie Perkins.' I put it back in the envelope and look around the area but she is nowhere in sight.

"What was it?" Evelyn asks again.

"Just a book...someone left me." I place it under my seat and my mind wonders why it was on my car...why would she want me to have it. After dropping off Evelyn, I drive back to my place. I make sure to reach under my seat to grab the envelope. I get inside and take my shoes off and then walk over to fix me a half glass of red wine.

I keep looking at the envelope that is on the kitchen counter then decided to pick it up to see what it holds. I pull out the thin book and open it up again to see her name written on the inside. I wonder why she wanted me to have it. I guess it's alright to read since it was technically given to me. I start to read...

'I never thought he would be this way...but since my mom passed away he has changed so much. I want to blame all of it on the drinking...but it is way more than just that. It all just happened one night...busting through my bedroom door; he was so mad...mad I tell you. He has never touched me...laid a hand upon me for anything and last night...he beat the daylights out of me over something so stupid. I thought he would kill me for sure. I kept crying...crying for him to stop. But he didn't his rough hands jerked my underwear off and he touched me...down there. I tried to cry out louder for help but he placed his hand over my mouth shutting me out. I still feel the throbbing between my legs...blood stained sheets underneath me. What the hell happened? Why? I don't understand what just happened? What did he do to me?'

I gasp for air and wipe the tears that have fallen upon her journal entry. Dear lord...Calie...he raped you. Your own father raped you what the hell. I don't know if I want to read any more. This is Calie's way of crying for help and she must want someone to step in to help her. The next few entries are almost the same...him coming to her room...holding her down, forcing himself on her and the tears that would not stop...the pain that he kept causing. I cry for her...sweet little girl...she never asked for any of this.Several pages in...

'I'm sick...so sick...I think I have a tumor...maybe cancer. They say that is how my mom died...cancer. But I know deep down he had something to do with it. I don't cry anymore. I just let him do what he wants and I know if I don't think about it, it will be over soon. I want to tell him that I am dying but he will probably just laugh about it. He is always telling me that I look so much like my mom...that I could be her. So maybe I do have the cancer...something is not right because I can feel it growing inside of me and it hurts so bad.'

I close the journal and place in on the edge of my bed. Dear God...I have to help this girl get out of that house. I will have to call Child Protective Services first thing in the morning. I have a feeling she will have nowhere to go though and I'm not sure if I can have her come here. Maybe I can talk with the group and see if anyone would be willing to help her out...otherwise she will be going into the system...but then again anywhere is better than where she is now.

The sun creeps through the blinds and shines nicely right in my face. I stretch out and yawn and then climb out of the bed. I get ready for work and on my way out I go back and grab the journal off the bed. I take it with me. When I get to the office, I go straight to my office and look up the number for DCS. I file a report. I give them all the information that I know and I hope they are able to help her.