The Dream:

She was running as fast as she could and was about to escape when she suddenly tripped and fell flat on my face, on the pavement she tried to get up, but she couldn't. She felt something heavy on my back. What was it? She tired to turn around and look at it, but couldn't. She felt someone lean down and grab the back of her head. She tried harder and harder to get away, but nothing worked & she heard herself scream. The only thing she could do was lie on her stomach and cry. This man was going to kill her any second and she couldn't do anything about it.

He rolled her over and asked for her name. She was stubbornly quiet.

"If you don't tell me your name, I will slit your throat and leave you in a ditch near your home so that your family will see you when they look out the front window," he told her.

"My name is Ruthie Camden and you're going to jail when the police find me," she said.

"Oh, really, well let's pray that they don't find you, and then they would know that Frank Santos has taken you in as his own daughter. You'll never see you're family again, you retched little bitch," he laughed.

He picked her up and threw her in the back of his car then slammed the door. She tried to open the door, but there were no door handles. When he opened his door to get in, she screamed "RAPE" really loud. He wasn't able to shut her up quick enough because a lot of people opened there front doors and looked out at the car. Mr. Santos reached into the back of the car and punched her in the face then took off in the car. One of the neighbors that heard her scream saw the license plate number and immediately went back into her house and called 911.

"911."

"Hi my name is Lynn Johnson."

"Hello, Miss Johnson. What's your emergency?"

"I think that one of the neighborhood kids has just been kidnapped, it sounded like Ruthie Camden. She yelled "RAPE really loud as soon as the man opened the door. I'm afraid that she doesn't have her cell phone on her."

"Miss Johnson, can you tell me the license plate number so I can trace it and find out who owns the car?"

"Oh, yes. Here it is: BADBOY2. Please hurry, he raced down the street heading for the desert. Oh I hope it's not too late."

"Thank you Miss Johnson. I'll send a couple patrol cars over to your neighborhood as quickly as I can."

"Thank you. Oh she's just the sweetest kid; I don't know why anyone would want to hurt her."

After Miss Johnson had called the cops, she went over to the Camden's house, a couple houses down from hers. She knocked on the door and waited for Annie Camden to answer the door. As soon as Annie opened the door, Miss Johnson told her what had happened.

Three days later…