Drive

Officer Davis began driving down the road while Krissy sat in the back of his patrol car, crying quietly, afraid to do anything that would get her into anymore trouble.

"That was a real stupid thing to do, Krissy." Officer Davis said, breaking the silence. "Do you have any idea what kind of people stop to pick up a girl that looks like you on the side of the rod in the middle of the night? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"

Krissy sniffed before answering meekly, her eyes down on the floor. "No, sir. I just wanted to leave town. I didn't know how to do it."

Officer Davis considered the statement, and what he knew about her stepdad. He nodded without saying anything and took another look at her in the backseat of his patrol car through his rearview mirror. He knew her parents were scum. He'd been called to their neighborhood plenty of times to deal with one or both of them, which is how he knew Krissy. A sweet thing, if not very bright.

He also knew something he hadn't disclosed yet, the reason he was here to begin with. The owner of the bar down the road had called about a girl matching Krissy's description prostituting herself in his bar. He really should throw her in jail.

It was decision time, and he knew it. He could help this girl by taking her somewhere safe, he could take her somewhere and have his way with her, or he could throw in jail for prostitution.