Six Sentence Story Cue…Post
Times like this is when I really hate my job.
I had no choice, but to leave him there clinging to the porch post with anger and tears in his eyes, and a look pleading me to take him with me.
There was no evidence of abuse, reports of neglect, or anything unusual going on.
I reluctantly drove away with a fear of my own, and that was the fact that my intuition told me he was in grave danger.
After driving ten minutes, I circulated back and went up to the porch, saw his father through the window, and he was forcing Jared’s head under the water in the kitchen sink.
I immediately banged on the window, he let Jared go, and the social service agents and police arrived after my hasty call to them.
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