A Biker Followed My Teenage Daughter For Three Miles And I Called The Police

“Did you notice the two men in the gray sedan that pulled up next to you?”

Emma’s face went pale. “They… they said I was pretty. Asked if I wanted to go to a party. I told them no and got back in my car.”

Thomas nodded grimly. “Those men followed you out of the gas station. I was filling up on the other side of the pump. I saw the whole thing. Saw how they looked at you. Saw them get back in their car and pull out right behind you.”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

“I’ve been riding behind your daughter for three miles, ma’am. But I wasn’t following her.” Thomas pointed down the road. “I was following them. Keeping myself between your little girl and those two men.”

The officer stepped in. “Ma’am, we ran the plates on the gray sedan. Both men have prior arrests. One for assault. One for…” He glanced at Emma and lowered his voice. “One for crimes against minors. They’re currently being detained two blocks from here.”

My legs went weak. I grabbed Emma tighter.

“Every time your daughter changed lanes, they changed lanes,” Thomas continued. “Every time she turned, they turned. They were hunting her, ma’am. A sixteen-year-old girl alone in a car. Easy target.”

“So you followed them following her?”

“Yes ma’am. And every time they tried to get closer to her, I’d rev my engine. Get their attention. Make sure they knew someone was watching. I was trying to wave your daughter down to tell her, but she was too scared to stop. Can’t blame her for that. I look like exactly the kind of person parents warn their kids about.”

Emma looked up at Thomas with wide eyes. “You were protecting me?”

Thomas knelt down so he was at her eye level. “Sweetheart, I have a daughter your age. Name’s Lily. She’s seventeen. When I saw those men looking at you like that, all I could think about was what if that was my Lily. What if she was alone and scared and nobody helped her?”

“I thought you were going to hurt me,” Emma whispered.

“I know. And I’m sorry for scaring you. But I’d rather you be scared of me for twenty minutes than let those men get you alone for twenty seconds.”

The officer showed me his phone. The gray sedan. Two men in handcuffs. “Ma’am, we found zip ties and duct tape in their trunk. We don’t know what they were planning, but it wasn’t good.”

I started shaking. Really shaking. The kind of shaking you can’t control.

Thomas stood up. “Ma’am, I called 911 too. About a mile into following them. Gave them the sedan’s plate number and description. Told them I was keeping eyes on the situation until units could arrive. That’s why the officers knew to look for me.”

“You called the police?”

“Of course. I’m not a vigilante. I’m just a dad who rides a motorcycle. But I wasn’t going to let those men get to your daughter. Not while I was breathing.”

Emma let go of me and did something that shocked everyone. She walked up to Thomas and hugged him. This massive, intimidating biker in leather and patches, and my teenage daughter wrapped her arms around him.

Thomas froze for a second. Then he hugged her back, gently, like she was made of glass.

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