Part5:

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you all of this earlier, but I was too afraid. I expected Frank to bury me alive again & then forget about me. I'm sorry I shot Simon. I was aiming for myself. You see my…Frank took his belt buckle to my arms that day & I couldn't take it anymore.

"We understand Kalee. Adam, Lou, the Rangers & everyone else has already filled us in on the details. We're sorry for what you had to go through. If you need a place to stay for a while, feel free to come over anytime, even if you have to fly in from Ireland to do it. We'll always be here for you. We only wish you would've told us about Frank earlier so we could've done something about it," Annie said.

"I was afraid that he would kill me. I have another thought though. I could fly you all to Ireland whenever you wanted to get away. From Adam tells me, the museum is running great, the horse trails are fun, the quad & dirt bike tracks are brining in a lot of money, our family is remembered, we have our own plane, & every week we go to Africa & adopt over 5 orphans to fill up the rooms. I'll be plenty busy. I have to call the families of the people that went missing wherever we lived. Frank usually pinned the murders on me, but the total has gotten to about 1,000 kids, adults, friends, social workers, lawyers, civilians, police, & gang members. Most of the graves are in the back yards of every house we lived in. I feel sorry for their families. At one point, I asked him about his family. He told me they were dead & I knew that he had killed thhem like hhe killed mmy ffamily," I started to slur my words again & was crying hard as well. Eric left to go get the doctor. When the doctor came in, he asked everyone to leave the room & they did.

As the doctor was examining me, I remembered what had happened in the past couple weeks. Everything was as vivid as if it had just happened. Frank had been getting more & more heroin from dealers & he was selling me more & more. It was hard on me. Frank was again the father of my 4-month-old daughter. I remembered that everyman he sold me too always wore a condom so he wouldn't get caught. But I knew what they all looked like b/c I kept seeing their faces over & over.

I never heard the doctor leave the room. Two minutes later I was taken to the O.R. A liver had been found. Someone had found out about me & knowing that they had the same blood type as me, wrote a note. Then w/that note clenched in their hand, shot themselves in the head. The doctors found the note & gave it to Adam.

When I woke up, everyone was in my room. Lou held my 4-month-old girl in her arms. Adam looked at me & I asked the question.

"Who gave the liver up?"

Adam smirked. "A 17-year-old boy said this: 'even though I picked on you, Simon told the school what had happened & knowing the I have the same blood type as you, I give my life for you & anyone else who needs my organs. Take it as my sorry to you. I hope you live & take care of all your kids. You've showed us that when you are fighting a monster, you can always beat the odds no matter what happens. Get better, -Jake Garcia.'"

Simon, Ruthie, Peter, & I gasped. Jake hadn't only made fun of me; he had made fun of everyone. Knowing that I had his liver in me made me shiver. But I couldn't & wouldn't give it back. Adam's words brought me out of my thoughts.

"Doc says you'll be out of here in a couple days. Say's he'll give you pain killers for the pain. What do you think?"

"I think I want to talk to Kevin alone."
Everyone left & Kevin walked up to me.

"What do you need to talk to me about?"

"Frank was selling me to drug dealers. He was doing it for 6 months. He's the father of all of my kids," tears cascaded down my cheeks.

"Do you think you can identify them?"
"Yes, I keep seeing their faces inside my head. I keep hearing them. I keep seeing their smiles. They keep popping up."
Adam looked at Kevin when he walked out.

"What did she say, lad?"

"Frank was selling her to drug dealers for drugs. That was how he got his fix. They'd have sex w/her & he'd get his drugs. Also, she says she can identify al 50 of them."

"50, but how can that be? There has never been 50 dealers here, ever," Ruthie exclaimed.

Nobody cared how she knew that. She had a weird thing about information. She knew a lot about everything & they didn't care how she got it.