Good afternoon everyone, I know I haven’t written in about 2 months, it’s been a boring, but busy summer, hanging out w/my kids, trying to get some reading and crafting done. I’ve gotten a few books read, and two craft projects finished, and two more craft projects started. Today, however, I’m going to be posting what could be either a short story or chapters for a longer story.
“Mommy, why won’t you help me?” “He’s hurting me and you won’t help me.” “Baby girl, I’ll talk to him, we’ll get to the bottom of this together,ok, and he won’t hurt you again, ok?” ” Ooookay.” A very big sigh in return. In her bedroom, mom sits in sad silence, contemplating how to approach her fiance, based on the news her daughter just enlightened her with. She let the last conversation replay in her head. She was having a real hard time believing that her fiance was abusing her, their, 9yr. old daughter. He loved her so much, spent time with her like a dad is supposed to. Then the thought kept running through her head, he was spending much more time with Allie, her moods and attitude had changed over the past 3mos. “Oh, my goodness.” she thought. “How could I have ignored the signs?”
Sara sat silently thinking, hard, of what to do first. Does she talk to Mike first, does she pack up Allie and send her to her aunt and uncle’s 2hrs away? Think and pray, that’s all she was doing. “Lord, show me what to do, please. I don’t know what to do, how to go about this, I need help!” Moments later, as if she had the answer the whole time, or as if it was just handed to her, she proceeded to pack her most important papers and things up quickly, meticulously, but not in a manner that Mike would’ve noticed, she then went and started packing Allie some stuff to take with her in the same quick but meticulous manner. She then went and left Mike a note, packed hers and Allie’s stuff in her Jeep, did a final sweep of the house, got in the jeep, started it up, sat for a moment, realizing how hard this is, looking at everything that her and Mike built and shared together the past 12yrs., and then thought of everything he’s done to their daughter over the past 5yrs, right under her nose. She shook her head to shake herself out of reminiscing, and pulled out of the driveway heading out of town away from everything she’s known for the past 12yrs.
“Mom, where are we going?” Allie asked her mother moments later. “Well, honey, we’re heading to Aunt Jamie and Uncle Ray’s house for a little bit.” “Mom, you’re not mad at me are you?” Allie asked her mother, almost crying. Sara tapped the brakes, slowed down and started to pull over out of traffic, “No, baby, I’m not mad at you at all. Why would you think that I was mad at you sweetheart?” “Well, cuz, you haven’t said anything to me since we left home, you’ve seemed very distracted.” she said, with her head bowed slightly. “Honey, I”m mad at myself for not seeing or knowing anything like this was going on. Not mad at you baby.” Sara said quietly. “Allie, I’m so sorry for everything you’ve endured over the past five years and I don’t know what I can do or say to make it up to you.” “Mom, Allie said. “Yes dear,” Sara said as she was pulling back into traffic. “What’s gonna happen to dad?” “Dad, is, gonna probably go to jail for starters, toots.” she said, broken up, as she was trying to pay attention to not getting hit by all the fruitloops whizzing by her car, being it was after 3pm. “After he’s picked up by police, he’ll be questioned, he’ll probably also see a counselor or rather, psychiatrist, to assess if there’s a psychological reason for why he did this to you.” she responded again, with a touch of irritation in her voice, clearly towards traffic and not her daughter.
“Mommy, are they gonna think I made this all up, daddy touching me?” “Absolutely not baby.” she said, briefly whipping her head towards her daughter. “Why would you ask that?” Had someone tried discouraging Allie from her story? If they had, she wanted to know whom. And why. “Well, Allie said, June was talking to me yesterday, before we left, and was questioning me like I did something wrong. That’s why I asked if the police and counselors would think that I was making it up?” “Oh no, they won’t. They don’t take sexual abuse of little kids lightly.”