it
was like you two have been talking every day and she was just casually calling
to ask you about your day." She continued to look at me apologetically
waiting for me to respond but I couldn't I didn't know what to say or how to
feel. I found myself sitting down right in the very spot I stood. I felt like I
did when John punched me in the back that morning I dropped the milk. The air
in my lungs felt as if it was immediately sucked out. I couldn't breathe...I
wasn’t sure if I should cry or scream. I was just in complete and total shock.
I finally
realized that I was being carried into Casey’s room and being placed onto the
bed. Karen had gotten Dylan to pick me up. She put a cover over me and sat down
next to me lightly rubbing my arm. I heard them mumble a few words and then he
walked out closing the door behind him. "Payton...do you want to talk
about it? I understand if you are angry with me I completely understand. I
shouldn't have interfered but..." she was explaining. I sat up and turned
into her "Karen why would I be mad at you. You have been more of a mother
to me than she ever has been. I am angry with her she could have contacted me
in so many ways over the years but it took me to be abused and then almost
raped for her to call. It took John to be placed under arrest for the years of
abuse. She just picked up the phone so easily and called. I appreciate what you
did for me. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t need her...I don’t want
her..., Thank you." I leaned forward and hugged her still feeling a little
numb from the whole thing. We had left the phone off the hook for the rest of
the evening. Karen had the night off so her Casey and I decided to bake
cookies.
I was
placing the dough onto the pan and I turned with a spoon full of dough to ask
Casey if she wanted to lick the bowl. I hadn’t heard anyone behind me and when I
turned the spoon hit Dylan in the arm leaving a clump of cookie dough behind.
He looked down at his arm like I had just giving him a permanent tattoo or
something, "Oh you big baby it’s just dough...wipe it off." Karen
looked in our direction at the same time Dylan took the spoon from my hand with
the remaining dough scraped his finger along the center of it gathering up a
pile of raw dough and then wiped it on the tip of my nose. My mouth dropped
open and he followed up my stunned look by saying, "What’s wrong ya big baby it’s just dough..." Casey took the next
step and picked up a bowl from the counter digging in and wiping the contents
on Dylan and before I knew it all five of us are standing defensively holding
spatulas and bowls of dough waiting for the next attack. We had a full blown
raw dough fight in the kitchen when we were done we barely had any cookies but we
had one really big mess. There was dough hanging from the cabinets and in our
hair. It was on our clothes, on the walls and floor. We all laughed so hard it
was the best fun.
Dylan was
better toward me over the next few weeks. We talked and were actually able to
sit in the same room with one another without feeling uncomfortable. We watched
movies together and played video games. In fact Seth and Casey had been
spending a lot of time together lately so I was left to hang with the boys most
nights and weekends. Maggie hadn't tried to call back anymore after Karen hung
up on her which was good. I didn't want to talk to her I had nothing to say.
Thanksgiving was approaching and I was looking forward to that. Usually my
thanksgivings had consisted of me sitting in my room with a bowl of cereal or
popcorn hoping that John passed out soon so I could go to sleep. Having a real
dinner with a real family will definitely be a good change.
Chapter Ten
It was
the Tuesday before thanksgiving break when I went to my locker to put my things
away and there was a red rose taped to the front of my locker and also a little
note. I pulled them both off looking around to see if I saw anyone
was like you two have been talking every day and she was just casually calling
to ask you about your day." She continued to look at me apologetically
waiting for me to respond but I couldn't I didn't know what to say or how to
feel. I found myself sitting down right in the very spot I stood. I felt like I
did when John punched me in the back that morning I dropped the milk. The air
in my lungs felt as if it was immediately sucked out. I couldn't breathe...I
wasn’t sure if I should cry or scream. I was just in complete and total shock.
I finally
realized that I was being carried into Casey’s room and being placed onto the
bed. Karen had gotten Dylan to pick me up. She put a cover over me and sat down
next to me lightly rubbing my arm. I heard them mumble a few words and then he
walked out closing the door behind him. "Payton...do you want to talk
about it? I understand if you are angry with me I completely understand. I
shouldn't have interfered but..." she was explaining. I sat up and turned
into her "Karen why would I be mad at you. You have been more of a mother
to me than she ever has been. I am angry with her she could have contacted me
in so many ways over the years but it took me to be abused and then almost
raped for her to call. It took John to be placed under arrest for the years of
abuse. She just picked up the phone so easily and called. I appreciate what you
did for me. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t need her...I don’t want
her..., Thank you." I leaned forward and hugged her still feeling a little
numb from the whole thing. We had left the phone off the hook for the rest of
the evening. Karen had the night off so her Casey and I decided to bake
cookies.
I was
placing the dough onto the pan and I turned with a spoon full of dough to ask
Casey if she wanted to lick the bowl. I hadn’t heard anyone behind me and when I
turned the spoon hit Dylan in the arm leaving a clump of cookie dough behind.
He looked down at his arm like I had just giving him a permanent tattoo or
something, "Oh you big baby it’s just dough...wipe it off." Karen
looked in our direction at the same time Dylan took the spoon from my hand with
the remaining dough scraped his finger along the center of it gathering up a
pile of raw dough and then wiped it on the tip of my nose. My mouth dropped
open and he followed up my stunned look by saying, "What’s wrong ya big baby it’s just dough..." Casey took the next
step and picked up a bowl from the counter digging in and wiping the contents
on Dylan and before I knew it all five of us are standing defensively holding
spatulas and bowls of dough waiting for the next attack. We had a full blown
raw dough fight in the kitchen when we were done we barely had any cookies but we
had one really big mess. There was dough hanging from the cabinets and in our
hair. It was on our clothes, on the walls and floor. We all laughed so hard it
was the best fun.
Dylan was
better toward me over the next few weeks. We talked and were actually able to
sit in the same room with one another without feeling uncomfortable. We watched
movies together and played video games. In fact Seth and Casey had been
spending a lot of time together lately so I was left to hang with the boys most
nights and weekends. Maggie hadn't tried to call back anymore after Karen hung
up on her which was good. I didn't want to talk to her I had nothing to say.
Thanksgiving was approaching and I was looking forward to that. Usually my
thanksgivings had consisted of me sitting in my room with a bowl of cereal or
popcorn hoping that John passed out soon so I could go to sleep. Having a real
dinner with a real family will definitely be a good change.
Chapter Ten
It was
the Tuesday before thanksgiving break when I went to my locker to put my things
away and there was a red rose taped to the front of my locker and also a little
note. I pulled them both off looking around to see if I saw anyone
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