Her father searches the neighborhoods of West Los Angeles, looking into each car parked on the quiet street. He searches frantically from one car to the next until finally he comes upon the one where she's sleeping. He pounds on the window until she looks up, and in her fear acknowledges him, and then reluctantly opens the door. He drags her from the car and tells her that he has to take her to the police because now she's a runaway; and she can no longer go home. She doesn't know who to be more afraid of, him or the police. She has never been in this position before and she's frightened. Once she had made the decision to run, there was no turning back.
It wouldn't even occur to her to tell the police why she's running because this enigma that is her life doesn't see any justification for her actions. She just goes along with the ritual of always being in trouble with her father, and accepts the impending punishment.
While she sits quietly on a hardwood chair, an officer with one knee resting on the looks up at her. He asks, "Is there a reason why this girl is running away from home?" At this question, the man sways back and forth until he starts to crumple to the floor. They think the man's faint is because of what she's put him through, but deep down she knows the truth. But for now, she only hangs her head at the shame she feels for what she has done, and the self loathing she has felt for so many years of her short life.
If life gives you lemons, sometimes you just have to make lemonade. This is the true story of a little girl sexually abused by her father, and how she made her way home.