Chapter 2
He had heard about this guy who was selling hard core drugs to kids, and knew this was one he was going to follow through on- it had been a whole day of watching him go from his shitty apartment- to a crackhouse- then around the corner of a middle school- and Frank knew this was the guy. He waited until the man went back home, before he followed the drug dealer up the steps to his fourth floor apartment. On his way up he heard all sorts a sounds coming from each and every door, and knew this would be the type of place where everyone turned their heads and covered their ears so they wouldn't have to talk- worked for Frank.
Franks heart was beating fast in anticipation as he pulled his gun out the back of his jeans and put his hand on the doorknob- not surprised to find it unlocked. He was about to walk in there and blow his head off when he heard a loud yell.
“Sophie! You little shit- SHUT UP!!! I'VE GOT A HEADACHE!!” Then he heard a slap. A few moments of silence before a wail pierced the air.
His heart was pounding in his ears- Frank knew that kind of scream, it only came from a little kid. And it only made him shake harder in his resolve to kill this man. Frank opened the door and calmly stepped in, looking at the little girl on the floor before turning his murderous gaze on to the abusive drug dealer before him.
“Who the hell are you? Get ou-” Before he could finish Frank pushed the man with all his might into what he could only assume was the bedroom, not wanting the little girl to have to see this.
Frank pushed the man into a chair beside the bed, when the loser tried to pull a gun out of his pocket on him, Frank grabbed his hand and squeezed, pushing it until it rested beneath his chin.
“What the hell man?! I didn't do nothin….”
“Yeah right, you piece of shit.” He pushed the man's finger until he pulled the trigger on himself and splattered brains all of the wall behind him. It took a few minutes for the anger inside him to come down, when he heard the crying in the other room.
Opening the door, Frank tried to walk over the the little girl without scaring her off. “C’mere sweetheart.” It wasn't a voice he had heard himself use in a long time- one he only reserved for his own kids.
The little girl, who was obviously unacostom to gentle words coming from a mans mouth took a few moments determining whether he was to be trusted- her cries slowed down and she stood there with silent sobs wracking her chest.
Frank couldn't leave her, she looked maybe around three or four, and even though she looked nothing like his little girl, he couldn't help but see Lisa in her. She had light blonde hair that curled up to her shoulders, fair skin, ratty clothes- and what angered him most were the bruises on her face and upper arms.
He opened his arms for her and smiled, after a few seconds the girl called Sophie ran into his waiting arms. She sobbed awful tears into his shoulder, and his heart broke for her. Leaving her here wasn't an option- but he couldn't kidnap her, he had to think. Maybe the police could be useful for once and find her mom.
He stood up with her and she curled into him, before he started sifting around the crappy apartment looking for any clues about this little girl, when he entered the bathroom. Frank closed the door almost immediately- the smell meant she was here at least a few days- the woman was laying in the tub with her limbs out, needle marks up and down her arms. An overdose.
No mom then.
He had to get little Sophie to the police, but how?
The girl was starting to fall asleep to the motion of Franks hand softly running up and down her back, probably not used to any type of affection- her crying had finally stopped.
Then the plan came to him, Frank walked out the door and out the building unnoticed before dialing her number.
This had to work.