As I left the room I thought to myself,<span style="font-style: italic">'Why am I being so hard on the kid? Maybe she is telling the truth, she is still here ain't she? She had her chance to leave, maybe I got it wrong, maybe it's because I ain't taken my medication for a while, I know I am suppose to but what the fuck? I can handle the crap that is thrown at me, can't I? No I can't, that is the problem, I can't handle the crap, that kid in there needs me, that kid might take away this guilt I feel all the fucking time.'</span><br/><br/>I walked slowly away from the door and towards the road, "Maybe she is sixteen," I said aloud, "sweet sixteen and ready for kissing," I laughed as I remembered the saying from years ago, I had walked further than I realized and was standing by the road. There was a general store across the road, a phone box to one side of the store, I wondered about phoning Steve, my one and only friend on the force about the kid, but then that would be calling her a liar because I would be checking up on her, no, I believed her now.<br/><br/>I walked into the general store, picking up some supplies for the road ahead, then a little teddy bear caught my eye, it had 'FRIENDS' embroidered across it's chest, I smiled as I picked it up and walked to the checkout.