Full Summary:
Kalee wasn't liked at Bayport High. And to make matters worse, Joe doesn't remember a thing. She had been trying to kill herself, but Joe had walked in and grabbed the gun. The gun went off & hit Joe in the leg. He fell & hit his head pretty hard & now he didn't remember anything. Can she prove to everyone that she was just trying to kill herself? Or is her father going to end her life like he's tried so many times before? Will the Detectives reach her in time?
Before the Shooting:
We moved to Bayport, New York so my father wouldn't be thrown in jail for child abuse, kidnapping and murder. We had been moving from one city to another, from one state to another since I was six and a half. He'd kidnapped me from my mother's house after she got full custody of me. I haven't seen my mother in ten years. The last good thing I remember was my birthday party. My mother let my father come because it was my birthday. Then a month later, he grabbed me, kicking and screaming and we've been on the run ever since.
My father's name is Frank. Our last name is Santiago. My mother's name is Lisa Santos. My father forced me to take his last name so it wouldn't look like he'd just grabbed me from the street. But Frank isn't as cool as everyone thinks. The first state we moved to was Texas. We moved into a Dallas apartment and settled down. I tried two times to tell someone I'd been kidnapped but Frank would always get there just in time and take me home. I would be spanked and sent to my room without any dinner. He'd put bars on all the windows in the apartment so I couldn't escape. He shot & killed three cops while we lived in Texas.
We were on the run again and we settled in Glenoak, California for a couple years. Then I got careless and tried to kill myself and shot Simon Camden on accident. He fortunately remembered what had happened and his family didn't press charges. We left California and drove to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and lived there for about six years. There I met Marc Delgado. We became fast friends and I would go to his mom's work with him sometimes. I was twelve then and I loved Philly. But my father thought I was getting too close to the staff at Ritten House Hospital and so we were on the run again. We settled in New York City, New York; I was fourteen. I didn't have any friends while living in the city. The cops were called on Frank a couple times before we left the city and moved to Bayport. Once there I tried to make friends but my father put a stop to it immediately because he was tired of moving.
I tired to kill myself when I was sixteen, two years after we moved to Bayport. Joe Hardy walked in and grabbed the gun, but I ended up shooting him in the leg and he fell and hit his head pretty hard. The neighbors called the police and Frank went straight to the hospital to find me sitting in cuffs, my head wrapped in gauze where the bullet had grazed. He was furious. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking they would run my fingerprints and find out that I'd been missing for ten years and they would arrest him. He talked to the police officers that had arrested me, saying it was all just a big misunderstanding and that when young Joe woke up, he would tell everyone what really happened.
It didn't happen that way. Joe woke not being able to remember a thing. My father tried to talk to the Hardy's but they didn't want anything to do with him or me. They said they said they would be pressing charges. I wanted so desperately to be with my mother again that I couldn't take it anymore. I took one look at my father and screamed. Everyone looked at me. But what brought there attention to surprise as that four Detectives waving New York City badges had just barged into Joe's room, arresting Frank in the process.