“Getting Down To The Truth” (Part 21)

My Zimbio

And there I go again, being apprehensive as if the channel had been changed on me, my voice spoke in an older but still juvenile tone that sounded almost like a rebellious teen. “Why does age always have to matter? If you must know I was nine and I had already started my period my mother said I was becoming a woman early.” “How long did your step brother molest you Lucy?” “Why does every one say that? He was not molesting me geese! He loved me. He was the only one who loved me.” “And why do you say that Lucy?” “My step father abused me!” “I thought you said he was very loving to you?” I saw tears fall down my face as I explained how my step father was and all that he had done. “Where was your mom when this was going on?” Dr. Shelton asked. “She was working late as always.” “Did you inform her of what was going on?” “I couldn’t. My step father said he would kill her, one time he was waiting on her to come home from work sitting in the living room with a shot gun. I remember because I couldn’t sleep that night, my stepfather had raped me and I was hurting.” “Did you tell anyone what your dad did?” “I told my step brother and he said he will help make the pain go away and he did.” “So how long was this going on with you and your step father?” And yet my demeanor and voice changed again this time I sounded like a little bit older I with an accent and angry. I jumped up out of the seat walking away from Dr. Shelton yelling.

 “Why do you want to know that?!? You want a piece of this to? You sound like that freak lady doctor Mrs. Gregory. I’m sick of people asking me all these damn question about my family?” “You don’t think anything was wrong with what your stepfather was doing?” Dr. Shelton asked. “The bastard was a sick perverted individual. He was pissed because her mother was working late all the time to cover bills he created….” “Wait what do you mean, her mother was working late?” “I didn’t say that, I said because our mother, I mean my mother…” “No you meant it. Who are you? What’s your name? Dr. Shelton asked. “I hesitated speaking out how could you tell? We look so much different.” “I think you wanted me to know, I think that’s the reason why you’re talking to me instead of Lucy.” I hesitated again then sat down and introduced myself. “I’m Angelina.” My mouth dropped. I was just talking to Angelina a second ago before she was taken. This can’t be. “Nice to meet you Angelina, I take it you didn’t like Lucy’s stepfather?” “No, I hated him. He was a bastardo enfermos!” “And what does that mean?” “It means he was a sick bastard! He repeatedly raped her. You know one time he had her watching porn with him so she would know how she was supposed to be.” “Why didn’t Lucy tell her mother what was going on?” “Are kidding me?!? Clark threatened to kill her mother. Something was wrong with that man; you know he fought in the Vietnam War. He had pictures of him standing over all the people he killed like those hunters when they kill deers. There was a time when Lucy caught a ringworm in between her legs; her mother beat her with an extension cord cause she said her dad gave it to her, poor thing. It was her stepfather’s idea to use a freaking extension cord anyway. The bastard got what he deserved though!” “Which was what? Lucy and her step brother killed him, made it look like self-defense. It kind of caught up with them later. It was some female detectives snooping around on the case, after Lucy was raped in California. I thought you knew that?” “No. I didn’t know.” Dr. Shelton said. “Did you know about her husband?” “Yes I knew Steven arranged the rape in California.” “You must haven’t talked to Christy yet… am I the only one you talked to? Wow, well let me let you in on something Doc, her husband Steven, is her step brother…” 

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