This story is largely autobiographical, told from my husband's point of view. The names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
I had been watching them for some time. I belong to a cop watch group, but that's just the start of my activities. Ever since my foster father was tasered on a morning walk by some dipshit beat cop who thought he shouldn't be walking in the community he lived in, I've been working against police violence. I'd had my eye on two vice cops that I suspected of being involved in a white slaver ring. Prostitutes had been disappearing around the downtown area and four college girls were missing. Nobody cares much when prostitutes disappear, but college girls stir up a fuss when they're missing. I had suspected pimps might be involved when the prostitutes went missing but I talked to a couple and they were very angry about their hos vanishing. One of them told me about these two vice cops arresting his girls and that when they made the arrests he never saw the girls again. I tracked them for two weeks and I finally had video. They were using shipping containers down at the docks and there were more than two involved. There were at least six. I taped for a week and when I saw one of them go to the container with a little girl, I decided to act.
Obviously, I couldn't call the police, so I waited for the next delivery in the container area. The security guard must have known what was going on so I gave him a love tap with a sock full of quarters and took his uniform. When the two cops showed up they had two unconscious girls in the back of their car. I shot them with a taser and made sure they stayed down with a couple of love taps each. I used their handcuffs to fasten them to another container and walked back to the truck for bolt cutters. I put on a ski mask and walked back to the container. When I cut the lock off and opened the door the stench was horrific. They had a couple of buckets for toilets inside and there were about fifteen women looking at me with terrified expressions on their faces. Some of them were asleep and I yelled to wake them up.
"Come out here, single file and one at a time," I told them. They all stood up and began to file out. I gave each one of them five hundred dollars and told them to catch a cab to Palm Beach and go to the police. I gave them DVD's with the video on them and they filed away. One of them gave me a hug and told me thanks. The others were in shock and they didn't say a word. Finally I saw that only the little girl was left. She just stood there. I took off the mask.
"Come here, honey," I told her.
She slowly walked toward me and seeing her broke my heart. She couldn't have been more than five and probably not more than three. She had on what had been a little white dress. It was stained and wet and she had obviously peed on herself at some point. She was bedraggled and very dirty. She was a little brown thing with a mop of dark, very curly hair with a white, cloth headband. I guess they were into black slavery as well as white slavery.
"What's your name, honey?" I asked her.
"Mallowy," she said.
"Mallowy?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No; Mallowy."
She nodded. "That's a very pretty name, honey," I told her. "Where do you live, Mallory?"
"Home," she said.
"Do you know the address?" I asked her.
"Don't know what that ... addwess is," she said. She obviously had difficulty with the "r" sound.
"Is there a number on your house?" I asked her.
"Don't know," she said. "Need to pee."
I looked around. "Go around there and pee," I told her. "I'll wait here for you."
She nodded and went around behind the container. When she came back I had decided we couldn't stay here. I took her hand and led her to the truck. I opened the door and she hesitated.
"Not supposed to wide with stwangews," she said.
"I'm not a stranger," I told her. "I'm helping you. How did you get here, Mallory?
"A policeman bwought me," she said.
Jesus Christ! There went my plan for finding out who she was. I helped her climb up on the running board and into the cab. She smelled like a toilet but I turned the heater on and rolled the windows down a little.
"Are you hungry, Mallory?" I asked her.
"Yes, thusty too," she said.
"Do you like McDonalds?" I asked her. She nodded and I drove through and got her a couple of happy meals on the way home. She wanted cheeseburgers and I bought a Big Mac meal for myself. She didn't want to touch her meal.
"Hands diwty," she said.
I got her some Germ X out of the pocket of the door and she used a paper towel I had to clean her hands. She devoured the happy meals and eyed my fries hungrily. I handed them over and she drank both her cokes. We pulled up in front of my place. I live in an old factory building down on the water. I've remodeled it over the years and I have a nice living space inside. There's a garage door in one side and I pulled in and lifted her down. She held my hand and I took her inside.
"Mallory, we need to get you cleaned up. Do you want a bath or a shower?" I asked her.
She thought about it for a minute. "Bath," she decided. "Clothes diwty too. You have clothes?"
"I'll find you something, baby," I promised. I rummaged around and found an old Dolphin's jersey. I went in and ran water in the tub, putting lots of bath gel in it. I got her a couple of towels and a wash cloth. "Can you wash yourself, Mallory?" I asked.
She looked very dubious. "Mama wash me," she said.
"Mama's not here," I told her. "Do you want me to wash you?"
She seemed unsure about that too. "Not supposed to let people see me naked," she said.
"You'll be in the tub and the bubbles will cover you up," I assured her. "You'll just be naked getting in and out of the tub, ok?"
"Ok," she agreed.
She took off the filthy little dress and very dirty panties and put one foot in. "Too hot," she complained.
"You'll get used to it," I promised. "You're very dirty and we'll need hot water to get you clean."
She sank reluctantly down and eased her little body into the water. It took her a minute to get all the way down and when she had relaxed I covered the washcloth with soap and began to scrub her. The dirt peeled away and there was a lovely child underneath. She was very light for a black girl and she had green eyes with flecks of gold in them. I wondered if one of her parents was white. I scrubbed her face until it glowed and made her lean her head back so the shampoo wouldn't get in her eyes when I washed her hair. The bath water was very dirty by the time we were through and I made her stand up after it drained and rinsed her off with the shower. She stepped out on the mat and I dried her off and slid the jersey over her little head. It was like a dress on her and I took her into the living room. I sat down and she crawled up on my lap.
"I need to talk to you, Mallory," I told her.
"What?" she asked. "Am I in twouble?"
"No, baby; I just need to find out some things about you. Do you know what your Mom's name is?"
"Mama," she said.
"What color is Mama?" I asked.
"She like you," she told me. I nodded. That explained a lot.
"Do you know your Dad's name?"
"Don't have no Dad," she said.
"What does your Mom do?" I asked her. "Does she work?"
"She wuuk for Jewome," she said. "She Jewome's woman."
The only Jerome I knew was a pimp downtown. Jesus, this little girl's mom was a whore! I had no idea what to do. Would her mother even want her back? If she did, could I give her back to a whore? Jerome was a vicious bastard with a reputation for stringing white women out on drugs and whoring them out.
"What am I going to do with you, Mallory?" I mused.
She looked up at me. Those wide, emerald eyes pierced my soul. "Hug?" she suggested.
I pulled her little form close, wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. She smelled like a clean little girl now. She snuggled in and I petted her for a while, just lost in thought. When I looked down, she was asleep in my arms. She looked so tiny and innocent. My heart was melting just watching her slightly parted lips and the rise and fall of her breathing. I didn't know what I was going to do but she needed to sleep now. I eased her onto the sofa and went to get her a pillow and a blanket. She sighed and shifted in her sleep when I slipped the pillow under her head. I spread the blanket over her and went to take a shower myself. I left my bedroom door open and the night light on in case she woke up. I drifted off and slept the sleep of the virtuous.
I woke up to the feeling that someone was watching me. When I opened my eyes Mallory was standing in front of me.
"Are you ok, honey?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "I'm afwaid," she said. "You house is too big and scawey."
I lifted the covers and she gratefully climbed in bed with me. "What's you name?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry baby, I should have told you. My name is Vallon; Vallon Drake."
"Vallon," she said.
She scooched over against me and I wrapped my arms around her. We quickly went back to sleep, a little dusky angel pressed tightly against me.
She was an early riser and that suited me just fine. I'm usually up by seven anyway. School was on Christmas break and I didn't have to go to work. I helped her climb up on a barstool and she watched as I cooked breakfast. I scrambled eggs and fried sausages. I put cheese on the eggs and fried Texas toast in butter while hash browns were cooking.
"What do you usually eat for breakfast, Mallory?" I asked her.
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