Steady Water

It was again that time of day when the moon and stars were starting to peak through the sky. I was on a boat named pearl moving further into the body of water known as the Pacific. We were so far from land that all you could see was the water. The sunset was beautiful sparkling off of the dark water. Their was no wind and no sound, everything was still.

I looked over at Chrissy, who was sitting across from me with her back against the side of the boat, butt on the deck, and hugging her knees. Her once white tank top and blue jeans were now stained with red. Her hands and mine for that matter, were covered with dried blood. The POS on the boat deck in trash bags with duct tape wrapped around his neck, torso, thighs, and ankles abducted Chrissy’s daughter, Samantha.

We were at the park and looked away for a split second. It took us almost 6 days to find her, no thanks to the police. In a small town the cops aren’t like what you see on television. They slack on their job, especially after the 48 hour mark on a missing child. They just assume the child is dead and give up. We didn’t.

When we found her she was alone in a shed on an abandoned piece of land in basically the middle of nowhere. Once Chrissy got Sam home she was scared of everything. A knock on the door, neighborhood dog barking, even a shadow on the wall. She felt like he was always coming back to get her. I couldn’t imagine going through what she did as a 7 year old. Chrissy promised her nothing was going to happen and that he wasn’t coming back, it didn’t help.

Chris wasn’t going to let him get away with it. We went back to the place we found Sam almost everyday. Watching and waiting for him to return. It took almost 2 months but eventually he did. When she looked at the man she recognized him from the park that day. He commented how beautiful Sammi was. This enraged her.

We followed him once he returned to his vehicle and managed to find the house in which he resided. One night she broke into his home and waited for him to return. When he did she drugged him with Etorphine. Somehow she got him into the trunk of her car and Back to the shed where we found Sam. When I got the call from her to meet there I was somewhat shocked. Though she’d been talking about it since Sam couldn’t cope with life anymore so I shouldn’t have been. Chris ended him by unloading a whole clip of bullets into his body, and face. She wasn’t in it to torment him but to make him pay for what he had done to Sam. She wanted her daughter to feel safe in the world again and was willing to do anything to make that happen.

So here we are in the ocean on a boat with a dead guy at our feet. I turned the boat off and Chrissy stood up. We both walked over to the body, the whole time not saying a thing. She grabbed his legs and I grabbed his torso together we dumped his lifeless body into the ocean. The cinder blocks we chained to him pulled his body down deep into the dark abyss below us. We watched until we couldn’t see him anymore and for sometime after as if waiting for him to Re-emerge from the water.

Chris started to laugh, which caught me off guard. “I’ve never killed anyone, but someone like him deserved it.” Her face turned sour “More like him deserve it.” I just looked at her with a blank stare and nodded in agreement. She felt satisfied with what she did. What we did. I’ve known her long enough to know when she gets something in her head it’s hard to make her change her mind. I felt as if this was the beginning of something that could change the world for the better. If we could get away with it once why couldn’t we again? What if we could save innocent lives? I turned the boat on and headed back towards the way we came. Maybe we would be back with another body to dispose of.