No One Saw Her

“I know she was here.  I tracked her phone and she is here.  Let me in!”  I knew I was almost screaming, but I was on the verge of being completely hysterical.  I knew my sister was inside.  Either by choice or she had been forced to come in.  Forced to stay. 

I was opening my mouth to scream Alicia’s name when the police car pulled up, lights flashing.  Finally, someone was there to help.  But as the police officer slowly got out of the car, something seemed familiar.  Something about the way he carried himself told me I didn’t want to be here.  That he wasn’t here to help me. 

I turned back toward the door and saw Joseph smirking at me through the small window.  Before I could turn back to the police officer and explain what was happening and why I was here, I felt the cold weight of handcuffs around my left wrist.  I jerked my arm involuntarily which only led the police officer to pin me up against the window. 

This single movement reminded me of why he looked so familiar.  We had gone through this same sequence before.  I just couldn’t remember how many times.  And for that, I blamed Alicia.