"I think by this time he might think he has won and that you wouldn't go to the police. Think about it.  Would you be able to describe him?"  Faith tested her, she must try to convince her.

In her heart, she knew that they should not leave it at that.  What about school, she could not just give up.  She could see Tracey was trying to remember.  She shuddered when she remembered his face.

"He was actually good looking and well dressed, but he has a small scar, like a healed cut above his right eye.  I don't know if that may be of any help."

Faith knew she had to keep Tracey at it.  "I'm sure it will help, they might already have a profile on record.  This might just be what they need to get him behind bars;"  She surprised herself, she talked as if she had a lot of knowledge of something she knew nothing about.

"Think of it this way, if he is behind bars, he will never be able to do these cruel things again.  You will be able to finish school and get a decent job."

Tracey's eyes showed a flickering of light, a glimpse of hope.  She would love to know that she would be free to continue her life the same way as before this terrifying incident.

Maybe this is something for her to hold onto.  Faith left her alone for a while to think about it.  She went to the kitchen to do the dishes.  She prayed that her child will realize that there is no other way.

Tracey surprised her when she came to the kitchen:  "Will you go with me, mom?"  She asked softly, still scared, but willing to try.

"Of course I will go with you, and you won't be sorry for doing this.  It might look impossible at this moment, but God will show us what to do at the right time."  She smiled and gave Tracey a big hug, while she praised The Lord silently that He opened her child's eyes to do the right thing.

"I'll make us each a fresh cup of tea and then we can discuss our plans for tomorrow over it."  Faith said with a sigh of relief.

They went to the police station before dawn the next morning.  There was only one policeman at the counter and a woman at a desk at the back of the room.

Faith told him what happened.

He shook his head in dismay and asked:  "When did it happen?"

"On Monday," she replied.

"Why did you wait that long to report it?  It's Wednesday already."  He asked.

"Because she was traumatized and shocked and couldn't talk about it."