A Monster Called Daddy

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(Darlene's 'mom' P.O.V.)

Coming home from work everyday was like opening a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.
My husband of 17 years was truly a tough one. Anger him, and you would be in for an unwanted surprise. Had I know this before I would have never married him. It's too late for anything to change now. Divorce is permitted under no circumstances in the Christian religion and I wasn't going to dishonor my God, for a man. I do what the good book tells me to. The true treasure lies in heaven after all. I'm patient. I can...I will wait for that treasure.

I arrive at home from my job as a nurse at exactly 12:35am. The house is unusually quiet today. Had Jenny already gone to bed? Did Gary go out to bar with his friends? Where was everyone?
The thoughts that pondered my mind seemed endless.

After entering our curtain covered clear glass front door I walk up a flight of stairs.
I turn the corner to start for next flight, but come to a complete stop when I see him.
He's sitting down on the highest step up. Sitting still, as if he were waiting for someone. But who? Who?? Then it came to me.

"Where's Jenny?" I question, looking directly into his dark brown soulless eyes, to show him that I meant serious business.

"You can't even say hi? It's always about the useless brat ain't it?" He eyes me back, letting me know that he wasn't afraid of me.

"Where's Jenny?!" I ask again, this time more aggressive, to let him know this wasn't a joke.

He looks at me, snickers, then bursts out in pure laughter. Laughter? Was he seriously laughing? Who the hell did he think he was? What the hell did he do to my only child???!

I start of slow. Walking up each stair. Right foot up. Left foot up. Right foot. Left foot. Right. Left. Right. Left.

When I am almost near him I speak very slowly and loud

"Now Gary, I'm sayin' this one time and one time only. You try me and see that I don't call the cops.WHERE THE HELL IS JENNY?????!!"

He looks at me like my words had no effect on him. He stares me down for about three seconds before mouthing

"I dunno."

No emotion. Nothing. Just a plain blank 'I dunno.'

That was it. This man was testing my patience and I sure as hell wasn't passing this test.

I walk right up to him so that he can feel my breath in his face. I swing my arm back, clench my hand into a fist and bring it forward with full force.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

I hit him right in the muscle. Gave him a hard one. So hard that all my fingers excluding the thumb were now sprained.

"WHERE THE HELL IS JENNY????" I shouted directly into his ear.

"WHO THE HELL DO YA THINK YA ARE WOMAN?"

His face turn bright red. I had never seen him so angry.
My only thought at that moment was RUN!

I start down the stairs, and he follows. I wasn't willing to lose this time. If it's a fight he wants it's a fight he'll get.

I head for the bathroom. When I'm in I reach up and open the cabinet and pull down a hairdryer by the wire. I look out at him about five feet away from me.

"WHERE'S JENNY?!" I holler.

He's coming towards me in full force.
In panic I aim and throw the hairdryer at him. I get him in the guts. His big muscular body goes down all at once. With a large thump and the house feeling like it got hit by a mini earthquake, he falls to the floor.

I run a great distance from him and arrive at the phone before barking

"DID YOU KILL MY DAUGHTER?? I'LL CALL THE COPS RIGHT NOW, SAY I WON'T.

I reach for the phone but science was his response so I put it back.

"YOU NO GOOD PIECE OF SHIT, I SAID DID YOU KILL MY DAUGHTER?!"
I yell moving closer to him

"I-I-I sssaid I d-don't know w-wwhere she is."
He cokes out, out of breath.

"THE HELL'D YOU DO TO HER?"

"WHHEN I-I GET MY HANDS OOON YYYOU, YOU'LL REGRET WHAT YYYOU DID TO ME!" He barks back.

Haha. He still thinks I'm playing. I head over to the kitchen and grab a knife, walk directly to him with my head up high, intimidating him. He's now sitting up on the floor still out of breath. His hands grabbing on to his lower abdomen where the hairdryer hit.

I stand about one foot away from him. Point the knife out threatening him, before I cry out

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER YOU BASTARD!!!"

I wasn't actually going to kill him. I could NEVER bring my myself to kill anyone. The guilt would eat me alive. I'm not a murderer. I live with one.

He knew that I was only teasing. He knew that I wasn't a murderer. He reached out,his hands shaking as he did and slowly slid the knife out of my hand and set it on the floor next to him. He then proceeds to look directly up at me. His eyes meet with my eyes. They seem softer, like a lighter brown. His second ago soulless eyes were now soulful and inviting.
He places both hands on my waist and pulls me into his lap. His blue jeans against my nursing scrub pants. I feel a swift comforting motion as his trembling muscular arms slowly pull me into his large toned beefy sweaty chest.

He plants a long slow kiss on my damp pale forehead before saying

"She ran away, but I promise I'll find her."

I started to pull away.

"NO YOU STU-"

"Darlene honey, stop."
He calls out to me, pulling my crying defeated body back towards his.

"I made a huge mistake, and I promise I'll do everything to find her. I know I have anger issues, and I'll get help for that. Don't leave me. I can't lose you. You're my world. Forgive me. I know I don't deserve you or her in my life, but please. I'll fix myself. I promise." He whispers into my delicate ears.

"You better find her," was all I could say.


I was weak. I fell for his beastly touch. He was a manipulator and I knew it, but like said a marriage is a marriage. The rules are the rules. I couldn't turn him in. I couldn't run away. That would ruin this idea I had in my head of the perfect family, which we can establish when he finds her. This didn't change the fact that would hold him accountable for every word he said. He was going to find her weather he liked it or not.

 

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Hey everyone! CML here with another update! Sorry it took so long, I'm not really into writing, but I promised my myself I'd finish one story this summer. I'll be writing all next week so there'll be more frequent updates! Thanks again for reading, it really means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy this next section of the story!

 

Five minutes. That was the amount of time it took for my confused mind to snap back into reality. I had been sitting in the arms of a monster seeking comfort for five long emotional minutes. What was I thinking. My daughter could be anywhere right now, and here I am drowning into the rough skin of her abuser.

"I'm going to go find her." I tell him, before sliding his strong hands off my tired arms, and standing up.

"Hon, it's not even been twenty four hours yet, technically she's not even missing. She'll be back. Trust me, I know her. She's afraid of the outside world. She doesn't have the guts to runaway."

He started pulling me back.

I looked him dead in the eye, stared him down, we were face to face.

"I'm going to go find her and you're not stopping me." I informed, before yanking my weaker hands away from his strong grip.

He didn't argue. He couldn't. After all the knife was still lying on the soft white carpet. I could easily change my morals and end his life.

I started walking for the door, then came to a sudden stop. I was waiting. Waiting for something...waiting for him? What in my mind made me think he would follow behind me? He didn't. So I continued on.

"YOU KNOW YOUR CHANCES OF FINDING HER ARE SLIM TO NONE IN THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT." I heard a husky voice call out from the other room.

I didn't respond. Didn't turn back. I got to the front door, turned the knob and walked out.

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'Of all nights, why was this the night that God chose to make pitch black?' I thought to myself as I scanned the front yard.

I couldn't see a single thing. Jenny could be passing by in front of me right now and I would miss it.

I felt a single drop of rain on my forehead as I headed for my car to get a flashlight. Once I got to my car I pulled out a set of keys from the pockets of my scrub pants. As I searched for the key to my silver car in the pile of what seemed like a million keys, I came across a charm.

It was a keychain accessory that Jenny had made for me when she was in second grade. It was one of those melted bead crafts, that little girls loved making. A figure of a mother and a daughter holding hands, within their hands a little red heart poked through, so that you could only see the two bumps of the heart. I looked at it for a while and found that there were tears running down my face. My hair was now damp too, I looked up at the sky to see that the rain was getting harder. Jenny could be anywhere soaking right now. I kept searching my keychain of endless keys and eventually found the keys to my car.

I wasted no time unlocking the door and opening the glovebox to get the flashlight. Once I had the flash light in hands I locked the door to my car and began my search.

Our front yard wasn't enormous. In daylight I would've found her easy, that is...if she was in fact still here. She had to be here.
She was scared of the outside world. All her childhood he corrupted her mind with the dangers that awaited her beyond the four walls of our home.
I can still remember clearly every word would say to her.

"Jenny, you go out that door and I won't come looking for you. Ahahah. Hell you'll come back for me. There are people waiting to kill you out there, I'm your only hope. You go without me and you're history. Don't say I didn't warn ya."

She never went anywhere without Gary or I accompanying her.

"JENNY!!" I shouted the top of my lungs, while turning my flashlight on.

There was no response.

"JENNY! WHERE ARE YOU HUN? IT'S OK TO COME BACK NOW, MOMMY'S HOME!" I try again, while walking every which way in our front yard trying to find her.

"JENN-" I sidedly stop, when my slender body comes into contact with the only tree in our front yard. It was a big old oak tree with a tire swing that Gary and I had put up when Jenny was only three. She love that thing. It was her childhood best friend, because Gary forbade her playing with the neighborhood children.

I went behind the oak tree and started searching with my flash light. I aimed the light towards the ground to see if she had fallen asleep hiding there. It was her favorite hiding spot when we played hide and seek. I moved the flash light all around looking, but I saw nothing.

As I was about to change my searching destination my eyes caught something on the ground. What was it? An engraving? It looked like someone had tried to write something, but the now hard pouring rain had washed nearly all of it up. Could it have been Jenny? What was left of the engraving read 'I Lo o M - EY'
'I loomey?' I thought to myself. What could I loomey possibly mean? I spent about five minutes trying to figure it out, before giving up and deciding that I was most-likely going crazy and seeing things, from the stress of losing Jenny.

I was now soaked, so I went back in the house to change and get an umbrella so I could continue my search.

I didn't continue. He stopped me.

He said, "Hon, trying to find her at this time of the night is no use. I tell you what, I'll go with you and we'll both search first thing in the morning, and in the afternoon we can call the cops and file for a missing report, because it'll be 24 hours by then. Come on hon, all this searching you're doing right now is just a waste of time."

I wanted to punch him and tell him that if it wasn't for his abusiveness I would be searching for anything right now. But I didn't. I just came back from work and I was tired, not to mention hallucinating. As bad as it sounds everything he said at that moment was music to my ears. It seemed that he had established a plan and we were both going to go look for her in the morning. He was going to come with me. Maybe he had a change of heart? Maybe this was the first steps in establishing the perfect family that I'd always dreamed of. Maybe I was mental. I knew better than to expect that. It had to be too good to be true. A lion couldn't become a lamb in a matter of hours, it would take years, if not a lifetime. I was in over my head, and simply just too tired to think straight at that moment.

I looked at him, rolled my eyes replied "Ok," and was off to bed.

 

I just re-read this and realized that I made a bajillion mistakes! Ah poop! 

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