Post by Kaylee Kassie on Mar 28, 2018 11:53:24 GMT -5
The little girl sits on the couch with her pink bunny rabbit. It was far past her bedtime, but when daddy was home she got away with plenty. Boomerang was the best bet for her, all cartoons all of the time. She focused in on the television as the yelling behind her was almost deafening. And yet, saddled with Mr. Big Ears she was able to be okay in her own little world.
The dream returns again for Kaylee for the fourth time.
Randy: You stupid bitch! I told you I would be coming home at eleven. I expect a hot meal on the damn table!
Rita: Randy! I am sorry. I got the days mixed up. Let me make you something-
Randy: No! I am not going to wait. I will eat this goddamned cold mush. I work sixty goddamned hours. SIXTY, bitch! And I cannot even get a hot meal? You are lucky that I am such a nice guy, Rita.
Rita: You are right. I am lucky.
A loud smack sound is heard followed by a loud wail. The little girl looks over the couch as Rita was holding her face. Randy had a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, and a beer in his other hand.
Randy: Mouth off again, bitch.
Rita: Randy! I am sorry!
Randy: You will be!
Kaylee saw this going on, and did not realize what was going on.
Randy: Sweetie. Turn around for daddy. Watch the 'toons. Okay?
She nods as she flops back down and continues to watch the television. Little did the girl know that this night would be the night that changed it all. This would be the catalyst for all of it. For her growing distant from people. For her seeking out attention. For using her body to feel something. And for her being adopted. And yet, she still does not know just why she was adopted. No one did, except for her adoptive parents. And they intended on keeping it that way. Well, that was until her mind began to reveal memories that she pushed so far back into her brain that they began to reveal themselves as dreams. Dreams? More like nightmares.
Randy: I've had enough of this bitch. I am going to smack some sense into you!
Another wail from Rita in the kitchen as some sort of physical altercation was taking place. The chair pushed against the floor as if it were forced to move with weight on it. The sort of sound that hurts your ears, but you know just what it is. It was followed by a few smack sounds. And a thud. And then nothing. Just quiet.
Randy: That's right, bitch. Lay there. Just like you used to do at the strip club.
The sound of someone spitting at the ground was heard. The trailer shook a bit as Randy headed into the back of the trailer and into the bedroom. The thin door slammed shut as the trailer felt him flop onto the bed.
It was time for a commercial. The little girl did not like commercials. She was thirsty. Into the fridge for her! Grabbing Mr. Big Ears, she slid off of the couch and towards the kitchen. As she approached, she saw something weird. Often mommy would cry or she would have boo boos... but this time, she was laying on the floor.
Kaylee: Mommy?
She shakes her softly.
Kaylee: Mommy? Why are you sleeping on the floor? Mommy?
The little girl moved to the other side as she saw the face of someone that was not her mommy. Her face, beaten and bruised. Swollen. She was out.
Kaylee: Mommy? Please wake up mommy.
There was silence from the bedroom. Randy had fallen asleep or blacked out, not like it really mattered anyways. Kaylee didn’t know what to do. She decided to head towards the couch and grab a couple of pillows, and a blanket. She decided it was best to sleep with mommy and keep her comfortable. She set a pillow next to mommy, and then one for herself. A blanket over them, and Kaylee decided to call it bed for the night.
The next morning Kaylee wakes up as her father was still passed out drunk. Knowing how to get herself some cereal, she gets a bowl and pours in a heaping helping of Captain Crunch. Following by milk, which spills all over the table including some into the bowl luckily. Kaylee gets a towel and wipes the floor up. Mr. Big Ears sat on the table next to Kaylee as she ates breakfast all alone.
Kaylee: That’s right Mr. Big Ears. Momma is sleepin’. Shhhh.
Kaylee continues to eat as she let Rita “sleep” on the floor; pillow pushed against her and a blanket covering her.
Hours later there is a knock at the door.
Voice: Hello? This is the police. Please open the door.
Kaylee looks at her bunny and then glances back towards the doorway.
Voice: Police. We are coming in!
With that, the police break the door in to see Rita down on the floor, Kaylee sitting on the couch watching cartoons, and Randy still passed out in a drunken stupor.
Officer: Little girl. What is your name?
Kaylee: Cass- Cassandra.
Officer: What happ-
He notices Rita. He speaks to his partner.
Officer: Grant. We are going to need an ambo. It looks like we may have an issue.
He looks back at the girl.
Officer: Come on Cassandra, we are going to go outside.
Kaylee: But mommy, she is sleepin’!
Officer: We will be quiet, I promise.
Grant looks back at the first officer as he checks on Rita, and shakes his head as he had no pulse.
Kaylee: Mr. Big Ears… he come too?
Officer: Sure thing, dear. Come on.
He grabs the little girl and her bunny and lifts her up. He pulls her out of the trailer as Grant heads into the back bedroom of the trailer.
* * * * *
Kaylee jolts up from her nap in a sweat. Josh was out with Ronnie getting a few things. She had decided to stay back and try to catch a nap. She was barely sleeping lately, but now the dreams were invading her naps. This was not good. Her phone lit up, it was a text from Josh.
“I love you Kay-Kay. Ronnie and I are grabbing some takeout. I will get you the usual. See you soon, Mrs. Goldstein.”
She loved being called that, but right now it was the last thing on her mind. These dreams… they were getting worse. She had to see someone about them.
