If only

"Tell your mom that he (Fred) is going to kill my mom someday." That was the last thing I said to my friend that day before I went running down the porch steps to be with my mom. The police were there and they had Fred in hand cuffs. He was steaming mad. My Mom kept telling them she was OK and that they could let him go, but they said they had to take him downtown. She made me go upstairs to watch Tress, since she figured she was awake from here nap by this time. I did not want to leave my mom, but I did what she told me to do. After a little while my mom came up too. She told me everything was fine, but I could tell she was very nervous. She must have check the door lock and looked out the windows a hundred times. I found out later in my life that my mom was supposed to go down to the police station that night and file assault and kidnapping charges on Fred, but she ended up dropping them. If she would have followed through just that one time, maybe she would be here today. Maybe...