ALANA BAKER
By, Angelica Segura
The date was December 30, 1999 and something was going
down. I wasn’t sure yet but I could feel it. Allow me to introduce myself,
my name is Baker, Alana Baker and I work for the FBI. I help the world
to vanish domestic violence. When someone needs me I’m there, but let me
start at the beginning. I was born on May 26, 1977 in the Hollywood Hills.
I still live in the house I grew up in. My dad owns Virgin Records. I went
to Cerra Justo for k-8th grade, then for high school I went to Hollywood
High. I’d say I was a normal kid, good grades, lots of friends. But
life wasn’t peachy for me either. I went through a lot as a kid, I constantly
watched my mom beat up my dad for impregnating her, she used to come after
me too. I hated her, I don’t think that I’ll ever recover from the day
I watched my mom hit him with the phone then push him down the cellar stairs.
My dad ended up in the hospital, he had a fractured thigh bone, and a ruptured
spleen, they didn’t think he was going to make it through the night, I
cried so hard. I hated my mom for this, my dad never did a thing to her!!!!
I felt the hatred build up inside of me, I just wanted to go up to her
and beat her up and see how she likes it. I wanted to yell and tell her
that I hated her! Well I did just that and that was the last time I talked
to her. My dad finally got a clue and divorced the bitch, I know it was
hard on him but hey, life ain’t always peachy. Well anyway I went to UCLA
to become a FBI agent and here I am. I am working here in Los Angeles,
and I just got a case in Sydney, Australia similar to my childhood disaster,
the only difference was that the kid would beat up her parents. I just
don’t understand some people. Well, looks like I’m going to Australia.
I showed up in Sydney at about 10:00p.m. I decided to wait until tomorrow
to go and see what’s going on with these people. The next morning I went
to the Randalls’ house. There was David, Gillian, and Marie. Marie is about
15 years old but she doesn’t look it, she looks like a wrestler on WCW.
She probably weighs about 180 pounds, she’s about 5’11, and she’s built!!
She’s a lot bigger than both of her parents, I could understand if she
was beating up her parents. I told them I was from the police department
and that I was doing a neighborhood check on all the houses because someone
was complaining about a lot of screaming that was being done over here.
I asked a bunch of questions about nothing, and the parents hardly said
a word, the kept looking towards Marie for the answers to my questions.
This made me even more suspicious. Well the next day I went over to the
Randalls’ again and when I rang the door bell no one answered so I figured
they were out for breakfast so I waited in my car with my friend John Red
all morning and all afternoon. Finally 10:00p.m. came around and I was
getting uptight, I was starting to think that they weren’t coming back
so I called the Sydney police and they came and knocked down the door.
I went inside and saw something I didn’t want to see, 2 bodies on the floor
with puddles of blood next to them, actually it was more like lakes of
blood. I took a closer look and thought I was going to puke. I saw knives
stuck into Gillians body, 4 to be exact, one in her forehead, one in her
stomach, and one in each of her hands, she was layed out like Jesus on
the cross. I looked at David he was layed out the same way. I looked aound
the house and saw that they must have given a up pretty good fight, I saw
lamps and vases broken all over the place, the silverware and dishes were
everywhere. It creeped me out to think that Marie might still be in the
house. I went upstairs with the police and found nothing that wasn’t downstairs.
I wanted to kill Marie for this, I looked around upstairs for a while then
as I was going back down the stairs I saw them zipping up the body bag,
I made a promise to myself right then that I would find Marie even if it
was the last thing I did in my career as a FBI agent. I went home and tried
to go to sleep but I couldn’t even close my eyes, everytime I did I’d hear
a noise and I would sit up and yell out Maries name. Finally at about 5:00a.m.
I got up and took a shower and got dressed. I went into the FBI agency
down in Sydney and they told me that Marie had taken the family car and
that they spotted her 20 miles out of town. That’s when I really got to
work. I called the police department, the fire department, and the bomb
squad. I told them to block the roads within 30 miles on every road out
of Sydney, I wasn’t about to let her get away. Then all I could do was
sit and wait for more news on the blocks. I waited for about 30 minutes
and finally I got a call from a Mr. Ron Stern, SPD, he said that they had
stopped her car, but that they couldn’t do much about it because she had
a gun and a hostage. I asked if they knew who the hostage was and they
said it was a young man that goes by the name of Walter Spencer, age 14.
I asked Ron if he had done a background check on Walter and he said yes,
but there wasn’t much, all it said was that Spencer was a classmate of
Marie, that’s it. I was a little confused about why Marie wuld take Walter
Spencer as a hostage. I just do not know why she would take him as a hostage.
Just then Ron ran up to me and told me that Walter was an ex boyfriend
of Marie and he dumped her for her best friend. So that’s why she donesn’t
like him! I don’t really blame her! I finally realized how I could save
him I had to talk Marie out if it! I had to use my power of persuasion!
I went up to the police officers that were surrounding the Randalls car
and told them to put their guns down, they did as I said and I started
walking towards the car, she yelled out the window for me to stop but I
didn’t, I kept going. She threatened to shot Walter but I had this feeling
that she wouldn’t. I kept walking towards the car and I heard a gun shot,
I looked and saw that she didn’t shoot anyone, just out the window to threaten
me, but I kept going, finally I got to the passenger side window, and looked
in, I saw Walter and Marie in the drivers seat all curled up. I asked Marie
what she wanted from me and she told me to go away, I asked her if I could
sit in the back seat and after a while she agreed, I took a seat in the
back seat and started to tell her my past, she just sat there and listened
as I told her about loosing my parents and my friends, when I was done
she apologized for putting everyone in a life threatening place and that
the reason she killed her parents was because the would pay someone to
come in and rape her. She just couldn’t take it anymore. I told her I didn’t
blame her but that she should have come to the police and it all would
have been a lot easier. She got out of the car and gave Walter a hug, she
thanked me and got into the cop car. Well my job was done there, so the
next day I boarded a plane back home. When I got there my dad was at the
airport wauting for me, I gave him a hug and cried in his arms, I remember
what it’s like to suffer. As I walked outside I heard people clapping and
I tried to see what was going on, I walked outside the airport and saw
a sign that said WELCOME HOME ALANA! I was so surprised! Right then a bunch
of floats and bands started to pass by, they were having a parade for me!
I was so surprised!