Don't let go.
"Cameron! Cameron!" Cox called for his daughter, searching endlessly for his long lost child. He ran straight through the halls nearly slipping on the pasty white tile.
He darted to the end of the hall where the pediatrician section of the hospital started. But, there he saw two unusually large shadows appear out of the pediatrician's office.
Perry tried to halt immediately as to not run them down, but he had gained too much speed to slow down in time!
He rammed them down and toppled over them, landing flat faced on the squeaky tile. He sat up quickly holding his cheek.
"Dammit!" He roared. The disgruntled men picked themselves off the floor and resumed to dust themselves off. Perry rubbed his sore spots and turned to the men who evilly slammed in front of him!
"Watch it!" He snarled, "Some people actually have people they need to see desperately," he whispered under his breath, "Like Cameron."
The men stared at Perry.
The man in pince-nez didn't doubt at what he had barely heard the angry doctor mutter.
"Cameron?"
Perry shot a look of confusion at him, wondering how he knew that name. Then he saw the broad man's I.D. tag. CPA? CPA.....CPA. Suddenly it all became very clear to Perry what was going on. That's who Carla meant by "them".
Cox straightened himself out; stood his ground. He was not going to let them steal her from him.
Cameron had heard the fuss and Perry's cry, so she ran outside to check it out. She was so happy and shocked to see her father! He had come back for her! He was going to take her home; she wouldn't have to go home to her old family!
But, she noticed the two large men behind him, glaring at him. She shuddered at their stare. They noticed her, and made no effort to smile. She had seen them enter her room right before this, telling her to follow them to their car. She was going home.
But she didn't want to go. Dr. Frill was no help. He even offered a change of clothes to her. She nearly ripped him to shreds, ripped them all to shreds! Just to make them leave her alone and be with her daddy!
Cox stared at the men. Their stare never wavered, but then again, neither did his. One of them spoke.
"The girl is coming with us to return to her family,"
Perry shook his head slowly, "No, you're not."
Pince-nez squinted, "You can't stop us. We have the legal rights to this." But he did appear to near his larger and broader thug. Perry took a step forward.
"No. Her family had abused her. They left her to die in a box. I'm not going to let that happen again."
"It won't."
Cox didn't say anything. His unmoved expression locked on to theirs.
"The father had been drinking, but now has had rehab. The mother is now emotionally stable and they want their child home. It's safe. The court's judge allowed it. You should too now, if you want her to be truly happy and safe."
Perry didn't move. He couldn't as he absorbed their words and meanings. Rehab? Emotionally stable!? People don't change. People like that don't change.
He squinted his eyes, trying not to yield to them!
But he had to. He knew from the beginning this was not a winning fight.
He had to believe. He had to believe that if he wanted the absolute best for Cameron, he'd have to let her go. He'd have to believe that people COULD change for the better. He knew it. And, he fought it, without reason, just a sore heart.
Cameron watched the tension build and settle as the man in monotone explained the situation to Perry.
He couldn't become attached. But he had. He had, oh he had!
"Her parents want to take care of her now. They made some mistakes, but they've redeemed themselves for it." The man never blinked. "Let her go."
Cox's fist refused to relax from its defensive state. Cameron paced up to him.
"Daddy?"
Nothing. His fist was like rock.
"Why do they want me to go with them?"
No, she was his daughter.
"Tell them you're my daddy!"
Slowly his fist began to relax.
"What's going on?"
His fingers began to unfold.
"Why aren't you holding me?"
He shut his eyes.
"Daddy?"
He exhaled silently.
Pince-nez stood his chin up, and looked at the little girl. "Come now Lisha. You're parents await you." He held out his hand to her, but she only grabbed Perry's limp palm.
"That's not my name. My name's Cameron. Cameron Cox." Her small palm grasped his tighter.
"My name is Cameron!"
She wasn't letting go.
"Now, Lisha." Quieted Pince-nez.
Her grip tightened.
"No! I don't wanna go.....,"
Perry could hear tears arise in her throat as she was being forced to leave. She held on tighter to his hand, but the grabbed her and hoisted her up, she released it
"Don't make me go. Please! NO! NO! DADDY! DADDY! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!! I DON'T WANT TO GO! DADDY! PLEASE! NOOOO!" She wailed as they picked her up and carried her down to the hall.
Perry could still hear her pleas ringing in his deaf ears. As his silent tears rolled down his pale cheek.
Carla had stood watching behind a corner, she turned to face a wall, and burst into quick forceful sobs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Thank you to all those who read this. There is more ahead." Please review if you wish
SPECIAL THANKS
*Thank you Harriet Monroe. * Zee best.
"Cameron! Cameron!" Cox called for his daughter, searching endlessly for his long lost child. He ran straight through the halls nearly slipping on the pasty white tile.
He darted to the end of the hall where the pediatrician section of the hospital started. But, there he saw two unusually large shadows appear out of the pediatrician's office.
Perry tried to halt immediately as to not run them down, but he had gained too much speed to slow down in time!
He rammed them down and toppled over them, landing flat faced on the squeaky tile. He sat up quickly holding his cheek.
"Dammit!" He roared. The disgruntled men picked themselves off the floor and resumed to dust themselves off. Perry rubbed his sore spots and turned to the men who evilly slammed in front of him!
"Watch it!" He snarled, "Some people actually have people they need to see desperately," he whispered under his breath, "Like Cameron."
The men stared at Perry.
The man in pince-nez didn't doubt at what he had barely heard the angry doctor mutter.
"Cameron?"
Perry shot a look of confusion at him, wondering how he knew that name. Then he saw the broad man's I.D. tag. CPA? CPA.....CPA. Suddenly it all became very clear to Perry what was going on. That's who Carla meant by "them".
Cox straightened himself out; stood his ground. He was not going to let them steal her from him.
Cameron had heard the fuss and Perry's cry, so she ran outside to check it out. She was so happy and shocked to see her father! He had come back for her! He was going to take her home; she wouldn't have to go home to her old family!
But, she noticed the two large men behind him, glaring at him. She shuddered at their stare. They noticed her, and made no effort to smile. She had seen them enter her room right before this, telling her to follow them to their car. She was going home.
But she didn't want to go. Dr. Frill was no help. He even offered a change of clothes to her. She nearly ripped him to shreds, ripped them all to shreds! Just to make them leave her alone and be with her daddy!
Cox stared at the men. Their stare never wavered, but then again, neither did his. One of them spoke.
"The girl is coming with us to return to her family,"
Perry shook his head slowly, "No, you're not."
Pince-nez squinted, "You can't stop us. We have the legal rights to this." But he did appear to near his larger and broader thug. Perry took a step forward.
"No. Her family had abused her. They left her to die in a box. I'm not going to let that happen again."
"It won't."
Cox didn't say anything. His unmoved expression locked on to theirs.
"The father had been drinking, but now has had rehab. The mother is now emotionally stable and they want their child home. It's safe. The court's judge allowed it. You should too now, if you want her to be truly happy and safe."
Perry didn't move. He couldn't as he absorbed their words and meanings. Rehab? Emotionally stable!? People don't change. People like that don't change.
He squinted his eyes, trying not to yield to them!
But he had to. He knew from the beginning this was not a winning fight.
He had to believe. He had to believe that if he wanted the absolute best for Cameron, he'd have to let her go. He'd have to believe that people COULD change for the better. He knew it. And, he fought it, without reason, just a sore heart.
Cameron watched the tension build and settle as the man in monotone explained the situation to Perry.
He couldn't become attached. But he had. He had, oh he had!
"Her parents want to take care of her now. They made some mistakes, but they've redeemed themselves for it." The man never blinked. "Let her go."
Cox's fist refused to relax from its defensive state. Cameron paced up to him.
"Daddy?"
Nothing. His fist was like rock.
"Why do they want me to go with them?"
No, she was his daughter.
"Tell them you're my daddy!"
Slowly his fist began to relax.
"What's going on?"
His fingers began to unfold.
"Why aren't you holding me?"
He shut his eyes.
"Daddy?"
He exhaled silently.
Pince-nez stood his chin up, and looked at the little girl. "Come now Lisha. You're parents await you." He held out his hand to her, but she only grabbed Perry's limp palm.
"That's not my name. My name's Cameron. Cameron Cox." Her small palm grasped his tighter.
"My name is Cameron!"
She wasn't letting go.
"Now, Lisha." Quieted Pince-nez.
Her grip tightened.
"No! I don't wanna go.....,"
Perry could hear tears arise in her throat as she was being forced to leave. She held on tighter to his hand, but the grabbed her and hoisted her up, she released it
"Don't make me go. Please! NO! NO! DADDY! DADDY! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!! I DON'T WANT TO GO! DADDY! PLEASE! NOOOO!" She wailed as they picked her up and carried her down to the hall.
Perry could still hear her pleas ringing in his deaf ears. As his silent tears rolled down his pale cheek.
Carla had stood watching behind a corner, she turned to face a wall, and burst into quick forceful sobs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Thank you to all those who read this. There is more ahead." Please review if you wish
SPECIAL THANKS
*Thank you Harriet Monroe. * Zee best.