My heart was racing.
"When are we going to get results?" I asked the man at the computer, who was trying to track down Chrissy's location using her cell phone.
The man looked at me. "When you called, it gave us a circle around a particular area of town. She's somewhere in there. I'm trying to track her down more specifically, but it could take a---wait a second."
Suddenly, the computer screen popped up with an address.
The man smiled. "Got it."
I stared at the address. 175 Turtle Way.
I knew where that was.
I spun around and ran out the door.
"WAIT!" the man yelled after me.
I wasn't going to listen. I pushed through the front door and dashed to my car. I unlocked the car and jumped in. I drove the keys into the ignition and started it up. Then I sped away, ignoring the cops running and yelling after me.
I pulled up to a house that looked pretty abandoned, but it said 175 on the side. And that was enough for me. I kicked the door open and stepped out. I slammed it and sprinted to the house's front door. Then I stopped. What if this guy had a gun?
I looked around for some sort of weapon I could use, but my eyes only fell on my fists.
I backed up slowly.
I'm coming, Chrissy, I thought, just as I ran shoulder first into the door.
It broke open. I ignored the sharp pain in my shoulder as I looked around desperately for some sort of clue to where Chrissy could be.
Then I heard it. Screams.
It was coming from a staircase to my left. I ran down it as fast as I could. I skipped the last four steps by jumping. I turned to see another door, and behind it was Chrissy. I knew it.
I ran towards it with a shout and kicked the door open.
The man was laying on top of Chrissy, kissing her on the lips, and squeezing her bare breasts. Anger boiled to the brim as I charged straight at him.
He looked up just in time for me to grab him by the shoulders and throw him off of Chrissy. It was then that a little relief came over me as I noticed his clothes were still on. He hadn't raped her. Yet.
He hit the ground. He tried to stand up, but I was too quick. I kicked him as hard as I could in the face, sending him flat on his back. Blood covered his nose as he held it tightly. I stood over him threateningly. I lifted my leg and stomped on his stomach as hard as I could.
He coughed and sputtered as I continuously kicked him in the side.
Then I stopped.
I looked over at Chrissy, who was still laying on her back. She looked terrified and scarred. Her gaze was empty. As if she was already dead, but she was still breathing.
I examined her for a second. Her breasts were larger than I thought they would be---not that that mattered, it was just something I noticed---not that I was really looking for that. But let's be honest here, I was a teenager.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I spun around and smashed my fist right into my attacker's face. He crumbled to the ground, unconscious.
I ran over to Chrissy. "Are you okay?" I asked desperately, placing my hand on her neck.
Chrissy threw her arms around me and pulled me close. She didn't say anything, she just sobbed gently into my chest.
I held her tightly.
"Thank you," she said softly.
I looked at her. A tear was trickling down her cheek. I brushed it away with my finger then whispered, "I love you."
She smiled through her tears. "I love you too."
We hugged again, even tighter than before.
She gently grabbed a hold of my hand and placed it on her neck. I slid my hand down and rested it on her breast.
We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments.
Then she said, "What now?"
I moved my head and looked over at the man laying on the ground, still unconscious. Then I looked back at her. "This."
I leaned forward and kissed her. I squeezed her breast tightly, and rubbed it gently with my thumb. I stopped. I squeezed it one last time before finally ripping my hand away from it. I felt bad that I had touched it in the first place without her permission. I hoped she hadn't noticed, but I was sure she had.
Suddenly, we heard a sound from upstairs. It sounded like policemen had entered the building. I sighed in relief.
"You should cover up," I said quietly.
She smiled. "Yeah, okay."
I smiled back. I turned and walked to the staircase.
It had been a long day. Mostly full of grief. But relief had replaced the grief. And now I felt better. Much better.