Why is she out in the neighborhood so late?

It was Sunday evening, and I had just returned with my family from camp. After a careful trip and a long time, the kids were hungry, and as soon as we got inside, I started preparing something for dinner. bread was also needed, and I sent one of the children to the neighborhood oven to buy bread.
After just two minutes my child returned, but what I could see in his face. He was pale, looked sad, and even trembling. Soon I cleaned my hands and ran toward him toward the door. I didn't know what had happened. What happened, son, I asked him.
Mom, he gave me a busy breath, I didn't take bread that was on my way to the oven, in that building, a girl asked for help, crying. Mom, please, let's help her!
Yeah, honey, right away, I got it back. I grabbed the phone and called the police. I may also be sad, but the policeman barely understood me.
That receptor, he said: Calm down, lady!
How am I supposed to calm down, please send a patrol quick! Please!
The policeman asked for my address. He said: We'll be back in five minutes.
Please, I said, as soon as you help the girl.
I hung up the phone and I was talking about calming the boy down. I can't stand it. I call the police again in two minutes. My son pressured me; We have to help him. Let's go help him.
I ask the police. Did you send someone?
You know what you've got in a hurry.
I lost: It's human life, as you say. While I was talking, he broke the connection.
To me and my children, the police's behavior added to my sadness. I tried to get back in touch, but there was no answer.
Finally, as I looked out the window to capture the view of the girl being attacked or the cops, I got the connection again.
I don't see anything. There's no cops here, I said.
Boy, he told me, as much help requests as we have, we can't cover up. What have you got so close to your heart? Why is that bitch in the neighborhood so late?
He was sleeping while I was watching my girls, their friends, the women who had to move around at night, because they had their jobs.
That's the thing, I told him, and I closed the sad relationship.
I sat and watched a girl defend a rock if that's not what the police, who's bound to do. Where protection was expected. The gun? This disaster that takes human lives is not the answer. The state has all the weapons and power it takes to protect its citizen, but the State is also the police officer who says so insignificant: Why is that bitch in the neighborhood so late?