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The Equalizer – Chapter Twelve

Harville glanced at his telephone and said “that call changed my life forever.  Officer McDowell was on the phone and told me that he was sure Parker Patterson was in his interrogation room.  My first reaction was of course to completely dismiss him but he was adamant.”

Officer McDowell said “according to what we can determine, you are her Godfather.  Is that correct?”

Harville said “I don’t think I even answered.  I called my driver, Porter and told him that we were going to the police station.  I wasn’t sure what I would find.  I had always believed, or wanted to believe, that Parker was still alive and part of me wanted to shout with joy but the other part of me was thinking ‘this could just be a cruel joke’.”

“When I walked into the room, I immediately knew that it was her.  She looked up and for a few seconds, I wondered if she remembered me.  She held her gaze but didn’t even offer a twitch as far as recognition.  I walked over. bent down and asked her if she knew who I was.”

“She looked at me but didn’t respond.  I offered my hand but she didn’t take it.  I told her that I was her Godfather and guardian and I would be taking care of her.”

“A victim’s advocate had tried to talk to her but again, no response.  Since I was to essentially take custody of her, the advocate and I agreed that she should be taken to the hospital for a thorough check-up.”

“Parker didn’t resist any of our efforts.  She got up and walked with us to the car.  On the way to the hospital, I told her who she was.  She never even blinked.  I told her that a doctor was going to do a ‘minor’ check-up, just to make sure she was alright.”

“I felt like a cad.  Of course she wasn’t alright.  Who knew what hell she had been through during the last ten years?  I certainly didn’t and she wasn’t talking.”

“Dr. Trask came up and introduced himself.  I told him who she was, what had happened to her and how long she had been gone.  He shook his head and said, ‘I remember that kidnapping.  Well, let’s have a look’.”

“After what seemed like forever, Dr. Trask came out to talk to us.  He said ‘well, she wouldn’t let me touch her but she did allow us to take x-rays’.

“He went on to say ‘I have never in my entire practice, seen such injuries.  Almost every bone in her body has at some time, been broken.  She doesn’t bear any physical scars but I can only imagine what kind of mental and psychological damage has been done’.”

“He said ‘we couldn’t get her to talk which makes me wonder if maybe she has forgotten how.  Ten years is a long time and being so young, it’s possible she’s forgotten how, especially if no one was talking to her.  Captivity and severe abuse can do things to you’.”

Harville said he asked Dr. Trash what he would recommend.  He said “I would just try to make her feel as safe as you can and see what happens. You know of course, about Stockholm’s syndrome, right?  She may try to bolt and go back to the person or persons who held her captive, or she may not.  Physically she is fine.  Her breaks have healed nicely.”

Harville paused long enough for me to ask him if he remembered how he felt the first time he saw her.  Big mistake.

“Are you a fucking moron or something?” he asked.  “How am I supposed to answer a question like that?”  I apologized and said something lame like “I’m sorry.  I just can’t imagine.”  He glared at me and said “of course you can’t imagine you twit, unless you have been in that situation.”

Then he said “can I continue or do you have any more asinine questions?”  Embarrassed, I asked him to please continue.

“I brought her here and showed her where she would be staying.  I asked her if maybe she would like to go shopping for some new clothes.  She never answered.”

“I don’t know how long she had been wearing the clothes she had on when she was found and it took Maria, my maid, a while to let her at least wash them.  After a few weeks, Parker seemed to warm to Maria and would wear the clothes she bought for her.  She never thanked her but her eyes would sometimes light up.”

“Maria tried to hug her once and Parker abruptly stepped back.  Even though it was apparent that she was touched starved, she was repulsed by the very thought.”

“Parker seemed to be comfortable here but she always walked with her back to the wall, almost scooting along with her hands out as if trying to feel for a doorway or something.  When she walked up or down the stairs, her back was to the wall.”

“She spent almost all of her time in this library.  I would lay odds that she read every single book in here.  It was like she was trying to satisfy a long ago forgotten voracious appetite for the written word.”  He motioned toward the corner and said “she always sat in that chair, with her back to the wall.”

Harville’s eyes teared up when he said “I once saw her standing in front of my grand piano and wondered if it triggered anything.  I told her there was music in the seat, if she’d like to play something and walked away.  I never saw her look at it again.”

“I would talk to her just like I would talk to anyone but I never again asked her if she remembered me.  I never asked if she remembered her parents.  I never told her what happened to them nor did I ever ask what happened to her.  You know, I didn’t care if all I got was silence.  I knew she listened because she would make eye contact and a few times she looked at me like she wanted to ask me a question…but she never did.”

“After a year, she finally spoke.”

 

To be continued___________

 

 

 

 

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