A little girl shivering in the rain watched as they loaded her mother's
body into the back of an ambulance. By now, most of the poilce had left and
the curious people watching from the streets were now back in their homes
going on with their lives. But what was there to do now? There was nowhere
to go and nobody to go to. She noticed one man and one woman still
remained, and they were just about to get in their car. Not wanting to
spend the night outside in the rain she slowly walked over to them.
"Where do I go?" She asked curiously.
The man looked at the girl. She was small and soaking wet. She had a cut across her forhead and a dirty bandage around her hand. More than anything, she looked sad.
"Where do you belong?" He asked.
She pointed to the run down house he had just been in a few minutes ago. The house where a woman was killed by her boyfriend. He had no idea that they had a kid.
"Well, why don't you come with me. I wouldn't want you to spend the night by yourself." He said, stepping out of the car. "What's your name?"
"Stacie." She said.
"I'm Andy, and this is my wife Prue." He said, and Prue waved from the passenger seat.
Stacie smiled in response. Andy opened the car door in the backseat and set her in then covered her with his coat. "So how old are you Stacie?" Prue asked, trying to make conversation with the girl.
"5." She replied, looking at the floor.
There was a short silence in the car before they arrived at Prue and Andy's apartment. When they got inside they gave Stacie a big shirt to wear and rebandaged her hand.
"How did you do this?" Prue asked, removing the dirty bandage that revealed a deep cut.
"Paul threw me at the wall and my hand went through the window. My mommy fixed it up for me but it still hurts really bad." She said, wincing as Prue cleaned the cut.
"Who's Paul?"
"Mommy's boyfriend. He left after what he did though. I saw the whole thing and I ran outside so he wouldn't hurt me too."
Prue finished bandaging the cut. "You poor thing." She said, giving her a hug. Stacie smiled weakly then yawned. "How about you get some sleep now? It's getting pretty late."
"Okay." She said. Prue picked her up and she practically fell asleep in her arms.
She set Stacie in the bed and pulled the blanket over her small body. She watched her sleep. She saw her mother get killed and she hadn't cried once. She must have been expecting it or something. She just hoped to God they caught the guy who did this.
"Goodnight sweetie." She whispered and kissed her on the head.
When she returned to the living room Andy was sitting ont he couch talking to someone on the phone. He ended the conversation quickly and held Prue in his arms.
"She has no other family." He said.
"Where is she gonna go?" Prue asked.
"Probably foster care."
"I don't want to put her through that Andy. She's been through so much already." Prue said. "Plus, I think I'm already getting attached."
"So am I." Andy admitted. "We'll keep her here for a few days and see what happens from there."
The days passed quickly and Prue and Andy were becoming more and more attached to Stacie. They had no children of their own yet so it was a little different but felt completely right. One morning at breakfast Stacie was pretty quiet, then suddenly she looked up and spoke.
"Can I stay here with you?" she asked.
Prue and Andy looked to each other then back at Stacie.
"Do you really want to, honey?" Prue asked.
"Yes." Staice replied.
"We'll see what we can do." Andy said.
"Do you want me here?" Stacie asked.
Prue smiled and picked Stacie up. "Yes sweetie. More than anything."
Stacie wrapped her arms around Prue's neck and rested her head on her shoulder. She hadn't been happy in years, but now happiness was all she felt and she wanted to hang on to that for as long as possible.
To Be Continued....
"Where do I go?" She asked curiously.
The man looked at the girl. She was small and soaking wet. She had a cut across her forhead and a dirty bandage around her hand. More than anything, she looked sad.
"Where do you belong?" He asked.
She pointed to the run down house he had just been in a few minutes ago. The house where a woman was killed by her boyfriend. He had no idea that they had a kid.
"Well, why don't you come with me. I wouldn't want you to spend the night by yourself." He said, stepping out of the car. "What's your name?"
"Stacie." She said.
"I'm Andy, and this is my wife Prue." He said, and Prue waved from the passenger seat.
Stacie smiled in response. Andy opened the car door in the backseat and set her in then covered her with his coat. "So how old are you Stacie?" Prue asked, trying to make conversation with the girl.
"5." She replied, looking at the floor.
There was a short silence in the car before they arrived at Prue and Andy's apartment. When they got inside they gave Stacie a big shirt to wear and rebandaged her hand.
"How did you do this?" Prue asked, removing the dirty bandage that revealed a deep cut.
"Paul threw me at the wall and my hand went through the window. My mommy fixed it up for me but it still hurts really bad." She said, wincing as Prue cleaned the cut.
"Who's Paul?"
"Mommy's boyfriend. He left after what he did though. I saw the whole thing and I ran outside so he wouldn't hurt me too."
Prue finished bandaging the cut. "You poor thing." She said, giving her a hug. Stacie smiled weakly then yawned. "How about you get some sleep now? It's getting pretty late."
"Okay." She said. Prue picked her up and she practically fell asleep in her arms.
She set Stacie in the bed and pulled the blanket over her small body. She watched her sleep. She saw her mother get killed and she hadn't cried once. She must have been expecting it or something. She just hoped to God they caught the guy who did this.
"Goodnight sweetie." She whispered and kissed her on the head.
When she returned to the living room Andy was sitting ont he couch talking to someone on the phone. He ended the conversation quickly and held Prue in his arms.
"She has no other family." He said.
"Where is she gonna go?" Prue asked.
"Probably foster care."
"I don't want to put her through that Andy. She's been through so much already." Prue said. "Plus, I think I'm already getting attached."
"So am I." Andy admitted. "We'll keep her here for a few days and see what happens from there."
The days passed quickly and Prue and Andy were becoming more and more attached to Stacie. They had no children of their own yet so it was a little different but felt completely right. One morning at breakfast Stacie was pretty quiet, then suddenly she looked up and spoke.
"Can I stay here with you?" she asked.
Prue and Andy looked to each other then back at Stacie.
"Do you really want to, honey?" Prue asked.
"Yes." Staice replied.
"We'll see what we can do." Andy said.
"Do you want me here?" Stacie asked.
Prue smiled and picked Stacie up. "Yes sweetie. More than anything."
Stacie wrapped her arms around Prue's neck and rested her head on her shoulder. She hadn't been happy in years, but now happiness was all she felt and she wanted to hang on to that for as long as possible.
To Be Continued....