2014, all rights reserved. Caelyn wasn’t sure exactly when she snapped. For a moment, all she knew was that Elijah was in the backseat of a police car about to be taken to jail. Meanwhile, she was sitting in his truck, watching as her hopes were destroyed. But the next thing Caelyn knew, she was on the move, opening the passenger side door and falling out of the truck, striking her knees on the pavement as her hands broke most of the fall. She was too weak to get out of the truck that fast, but she didn’t care. Her knees and hands were scraped raw and she didn’t care about that, much less feel it. She was screaming and crying as she stood up and ran towards the police cruiser. “No,” she screamed. “No, you can’t take him!” As she got closer, the police officer got out of the car. “Ma’am, get back in your vehicle,” he commanded. “No!” Caelyn said. She wasn’t even running that fast, although she wanted to. She was sort of half-limping, half-walking, as blood streamed from her right kneecap and soaked through her pants.
