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Mal painfully opened his eyes, a cold and dark metal room greeting his vision. 'No, not a room. Rooms don't have motors, or run over bumps in the road' he thought 'a cargo truck'. He was lying in the back corner, and didn't even know someone was looming over him until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He grunted involuntarily in pain. "Sorry!" said a high voice. He looked up and in his groggy vision he saw the little girl from earlier. She was bending over him, her own torn pink jacket ripped to shreads in her hands. One hand was digging in his shoulder, the other at her side, covered in blood. Mal dimly watched her as she worked, her little face set. He handfull of ripped fabric quickly disappeared, and he could see she has taken a few strands off his jacket, which lied in the corner. She had quickly finished, and bent down to examine his face. "Are you okay?" she asked. He voice was young, but was spoken as if she were an adult. As a response Mal sat up, dizzy from his head injury. "How did you know to do that?" he asked her quietly.
"My dad's been doing this a long time" she said, "I'm lucky I'm still alive. I try to stop him, but he can't". She looked at him seriously "Are you gonna shoot him?" she asked. Mal couldn't respond to this right away, and thought of the best was to put it. "Not if I can help it." he said. The girl put a hand to her mouth, and nodded slowly.
"Why did you save me?" he asked "You could have been killed."
The girl paused for a moment, saying nothing. After a long silence, she said "My dad, he didn't like my mom very much. He hit her, and I quickly found he wouldn't do it if I stopped him. I know he killed two other women" she said, he voice suddenly broke and Mal comfortingly brushed some hair from her face. She quickly composed herself. "Made me help, help bury them deep in a part of some woods. Told me to be a good little girl and keep it a secret. Seemed to think it was 'father-daughter bonding" she said. The disturbing things this young girl had seen Mal knew would haunt her forever. That out was wrong for any little girl to see what she'd seen, talk about murder instead of happiness. "He stopped when I got old enough to know what he did was wrong, until my mom made him angry" she said. "It was stupid, I don't even know why he was mad. He threatened her, grabbed me and shoved me in the car. My mom followed us to the garage. Grabbed my mom and threw her in the trunk, told her if she struggled she would die". The girl began to weep uncontrollably now, and Mal put his arm around her in a fatherly way. As if to protect her from the very evils of the world. "Took us inside after we got in the garage at my grandpa's house. He died a few weeks ago. Took us in the living room, told me to stay in the kitchen. I couldn't hear what they said, but I heard my mom scream. I peeked around the corner and-" she stopped, unable to go on. She eventually choked out "When I heard you at the door, I just wanted help. I've been waiting for a long time for my daddy to go to jail. I just want him to stop. I wish-" she gasped for air "I wish you could take him away. So he can't hurt anyone else ever again."