Beck's Point of View
Willow had a nightmare today. I heard her screaming. Jade and I both rushed in but she was trembling so bad. It was scary. It made me want to cry. This is my baby girl here. She's sweet and smart and funny and now she's the fucken victim of rape. It took 2 1/2 hours to calm her down. She finally fell asleep with Jade in her bed and me on the floor next to them.
I'm not a violent person by any means. I'm gentle as they come but I would like to take the jackass that raped my daughter and tear off his head. Then I would like to take his head and shove it up his ass while he is still somehow alive to feel it. I would like to take a screw driver and drive it into his heart. I would like to take his penis and chop it into a million little pieces. I want to take a needle and fill it with HIV and inject it into him. Of course he's dead. Of course he already had AIDS but I just want that bastard to suffer because he made my daughter suffer. I HATE HIM! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. I hate who he is. I hate who he has turned my family into. Hell I hate who he has turned me into. I find myself raging and angry and I don't like that about myself. I don't like it at all. I hate my daughter's pain. I wish I could suffer her pain. Jade said once, soon after Jade's rape that she would spend every day in room 10D to spare Willow from what happened to her. But there is no way to spare Willow from what happened to her.
"BECK," Cat said coming into the RV without knocking, "Jade we need to talk. Did you ever hear of Dr. Dinkle"
"No," Jade said, "Should I have?"
"He lives in Russia," Cat explained
"And this has to do with us how," Jade asked.
"Because," Cat said, "He's the one that could save Willow"