Déjà vu

By: abc-Teach

 

Last updated, June 7, 2004

 

Note from the Author: This is a new story that I started. I started it after I helped someone do some research for a project on Déjà vu. I have plans to include more Déjà vu in the story so obviously it is not complete yet. I hope you all enjoy what I have so far. I hope to complete it soon. If you would like to tell me what you think about the story you may drop me a line at Grey785@yahoo.com. Also if you do email me I may finish the story a bit quicker, because I will know people want me to. The same goes for my other stories if you want me to finish them quicker. I am very busy with nine stories I am writing right now.

 

 

Déjà vu

 

The lights from a bright city were up ahead and that was what jerked me awake. I was driving along the highway and must have dozed off behind the wheel. There were very few people on the highway at three in the morning, and especially where there was mostly just farmland. The bright lights woke me up and I realized I had drifted all the way into the other lane, I quickly jerked the wheel and got back on course. I wasn’t about to stop in the neighboring city to my hometown; I was now only 45 minutes from home.

 

Well at least it was my home three years ago. It wasn’t my hometown but where I had started to live after college. I was actually coming from my hometown where I had grown up. My parents had agreed to keep my car for me while I was in jail and had agreed to keep watch over my house and pay the bills on it. I was arrested for arson one night six years ago. I was put in the state penitentiary, which was conveniently where my parents lived.

 

When I was arrested I was actually only four blocks from my house in a field, of which they had just laid concrete for a building project. At the time I hadn’t known it was a new construction site I only thought it was a field in a forest with a concrete stand. I had never been in the field before that night and I was there that night to celebrate a fifth year anniversary of college.

 

That night was the night we had all had our bachelor degrees for five years. There was a small thing at the college but we decided to celebrate a different way. Several of my buddies from college were flying in, from where they had gone after college. There was to be seven of us, five of which lived out of state.

 

After college I decided to stay there in that city and settle down there for a few years. The few years turned into five because I ended up getting married a year after college. My wife and I settled down in the city and decided to try our hand at a family. Of all the tries we made she was never able to conceive. We had stopped after four years of trying to have a baby and just decided to really enjoy ourselves.

 

A few weeks before I was arrested my friends and I had set up this meeting. The meeting was to take place on a concrete platform in the woods. None of us had known this was actually development land for a future grocery superstore. We met at the place and everyone who had said they would show up showed up. I had not known of what we were going to do but as I approached the place I saw a bon fire. The bon fire was on the concrete platform and the six other guys were throwing things into the fire. I went to join them and found out this was there way of celebrating, by having a sort of ritualistic burning of things.

 

I was reluctant in participating but eventually decided ‘what they hey. Why not.’ The only thing that I could really burn was the shirt off my back. I despised the shirt I had worn that night because it was a staff shirt from a job I got fired from. I quickly stripped from the shirt and tossed it into the fire shouting “that’s for firing me.” This was definitely the wrong thing do because two minutes later the police surrounded the place.

 

The police were on foot as this place was set off into the woods. We all scattered and ran toward the nearby tree cover, the police ran after us. Of the seven people the police were only able to catch up with three of us; I was one of the three.

 

While I was in the state penitentiary my wife of four years decided to serve me with divorce papers. This was during my first year and I figured on not getting out for another five years so I signed them. She left me with the house and my belongings so I was expecting to come home to a nearly empty house. I continued on my way and finally arrived home.

 

The house looked the same outside except for the grass, which was overgrown. I parked my car in the garage, which was still full of my stuff. I entered the house hoping to at least find a place to sleep. The hall display table was gone the nice oak carved chairs for the breakfast table were also gone. The fridge and stove remained. I hoped my ex wife was nice enough to empty it out before she left. Those were the most noticeable things that were missing upon entering the house. I would survey the entire damage after a good nights sleep.

 

The queen-sized bed was still there. I imagined the sheets on it probable needed washing but I was too tired to change them then. I lifted the cover off the bed and shook it out, some dust came out. I placed it back on the bed and literally fell on the bed after it and was out.

 

There was no way of telling how long I slept, because when I did awake the first thing I realized was the bedside clock was missing. In fact all the clocks in the house were missing, but I found that out later.

 

It appeared to be late in the day so I got out of bed. The things that were on my list of things to do was survey what my ex wife had taken from the house. Make myself breakfast, or lunch from the looks of things. After those were done I was to mow the lawn.

 

I started by sitting up in bed and looking around the room. There had been two dressers in the room with our clothing in them, one for me one for my wife. They were both gone, where were my cloths. There had been a television stand with a small television of it they were both gone.

 

From the angle I could see into the bathroom. The thing that stood out the most was that the sink counter was clean. My ex wife had always kept all her makeup and hair care products right on the sink. Every one of them were gone, I could see a counter top. A strange thing to be missing was the toilet seat cover. We had a wooden toilet seat cover, which we brought to make our bathroom look nice. That seemed to be all that was gone from the bathroom.

 

I got up and relieved myself in the toilet. With there being no toilet seat cover it made things easy for me. Except I would have to do something about that when I needed to empty my bowels.

 

Out in the hall I looked in the two other bedrooms. The one room was empty but that was how it had stayed because we had no baby. In the room that I used as an office there was a filing cabinet missing. But the computer desk and computer were still there. The computer would have been out of date by now so I would have to upgrade as soon as I got around to it.

 

Downstairs the living room had been cleaned out. The large screen television was gone along with all the furniture. But in the middle of the room was the bedroom television. So it wasn’t missing she had moved it down here so I would still have a television. It was a very small screen and would look as if I were from a ghetto if I set it up in the living room.

 

Thankfully the refrigerator was empty. If it weren’t there would have been quite a mess from three-year-old food. I checked the cupboard and in it were still the pots and pans, I would be able to cook for myself that night.

 

I started the car up and headed out to breakfast. I stopped at a pancake house and had something quick before I was off again to get started on my tasks for the day. On the way home I stopped and got a canteen of gas for the lawn mower.

 

The garage was the fullest room in the house. Then again the stuff in the garage was always mine because women don’t really have a need for tools and such. I pored the gas into the lawn mower and it started to life.

 

I started to mow the front yard. The grass was about a foot long and I’m pretty sure the neighbors complained to the city several times about the disgraceful looking property. The yard somehow looked different but I couldn’t put my finger on it, until the lawnmower hit a big twig. This was actually no twig instead it was a dead tree that had fallen over. It was hidden completely by the grass and came as quite a surprise. I didn’t want any more surprises hiding underneath the thick grass.

 

I decided to take a break from the lawn mowing and headed inside for a drink. I pulled a fold up chair in from the garage and used it as a seat at the kitchen table. I was sitting there enjoying a glass of water when out of the corner of my eye I saw something or someone enter my backyard. I got up from my chair and got to the backdoor just in time to see the figure of a little girl run into my old green house.

 

I stood at my backdoor staring at the greenhouse. It had weeds growing up the sides and covered much of the windows. The windows were also stained a dirty brown, preventing me from seeing inside. The veins had broken a couple of the panes of glass but I still wasn’t able to see in. I had to go outside and investigate. The greenhouse after three years couldn’t be a safe place for neighbor kids to play in. Now that I was back home they would have to find a new place to play. But from the look of the girl it didn’t look as if she was running to it to go play. The girl had looked dirty and poor.

 

I had just stepped away from the door to put my shoes back on when the girl ran back out. Again only from the corner of my eye did I see her.

 

I got to the garage and started the lawnmower. The next time she came through my yard I would be waiting for her. I moved around back with the lawnmower and started to work. Curiosity eventually got the best of me and I walked over toward the old green house. The door on the greenhouse squeaked open and inside was a Winnie the Pooh sleeping bag, with a small case next to it. In the case was a flashlight some wraps of cloth and a tee shirt. In one of the corners of the green house were some more cloth wraps, but these had been used and were colored of dried blood.

 

I managed to finish mowing my backyard without the girl returning. To set up my house I set the television up and got my cable turned back on. I set the television up in the living room and brought an old couch up from the basement. I found out what time it was from the television guide channel. The rest of the night I sat watching out the window in the dinning room and watching television.

 

It was dark before the girl returned. I quickly shut off the television and went to the backdoor to watch her. She got about halfway to the greenhouse before she stopped and bent down. She looked closely at the freshly cutgrass. Instead of continuing toward the greenhouse she stood up and turned around. She began to walk slowly away she looked ever so sad.

 

I went around to the front door and went outside. I headed her off on the side of the house just as she was closing the gate. She was a small girl and didn’t look very much older than five or six years old. She wore an old dirty ripped dress and appeared to walk with a limp.

 

She stopped startled “I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone lived here.” She said in an uneasy voice. She seemed a very scared child, almost scared of the world. After saying that she tried to duck around me and run away. I stepped in front of her and prevented her from leaving. “Who are you?” I asked. She didn’t answer me instead she looked down and tried again to walk away. “I know you have been living in my greenhouse. I’m not mad at you I just want to know why.” I said in the best comforting tone I could. She still hung her head and tried again to walk by me. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I didn’t want to grab her and force her to talk to me. So I let her slip by when she tried to walk by me again but I said “Good bye little one.” I watched her run off into the night up the street and then between some houses.

 

I went back to bed hoping I would see her again. Something about her really made my heart go out to her.

 

The next day I awoke and walked out to the greenhouse. It was exactly as I had left it the previous day no sign of the little girl having been there during the night. I was going to clean it up a bit but decided to leave it incase she decided to ever come back. I did a few other odd ends around my property but left the greenhouse well alone. I didn’t bother to replace the broken panels of glass and I didn’t bother doing anything on the outside of the greenhouse either. I really hoped she would come back.

 

Three days had come and went without any sign of the little girl. I was beginning to think she wasn’t going to come back but I kept checking the greenhouse each day. In the morning after three days there was a sign that she had actually been in the greenhouse. She must have come during the night but left early in the morning. Children are able to get up very early in the morning if they want to.

 

The sleeping bag had been moved a few inches and next to it was a discarded cloth. On the cloth there was a clear indication that she had been bleeding. The cloths in the corner must have been discarded bandages as well. Why was she bleeding?

 

During the day there was no sign of her but before going to bed that night I made sure to change my alarm clock so I would wake up in the middle of the night. I wanted to catch her in my greenhouse. I just had to see her again I felt so sorry for her.

 

That night I did awake to my alarm clock but only to turn it off. It would take me some getting used to, getting up at that time. In the morning when I did finally awake I checked the greenhouse and again there was a sign she had been there. The discarded cloths that were placed by the sleeping bag had now joined the rest in the growing pile, in the corner.

 

I decided since she was going to keep coming to my greenhouse I might as well help her a bit by cleaning up after her. I brought a small trashcan out there from inside my house; I placed it in the corner and filled it up with her used bandages. I brought some new gauze and placed it next to the unused strips of cloth. That’s when I realized she had no pillow. I really felt sorry for her now. She had been sleeping in this old greenhouse at night and had no pillow. I couldn’t allow that to continue; I only had one pillow and that was the one I slept on but I could do without. I wasn’t sleeping outside; I was in my warm house and in my warm bed. I brought my pillow out there and placed it on top of the sleeping bag.

 

Again that night I awoke to my alarm clock, but only to turn it off. I’m stupid, I really feel sorry for someone but I can’t even get out of bed to help them. I checked the greenhouse again that morning and she had again been there during the night.

 

On top of the pillow was one of the unused cloths and written on it was “Tank U mistr.” I picked up the cloth and stashed it away in my pocket; it brought a loving smile to my face.

 

That night when the alarm clock woke me up I actually got up. Not because I was getting used to the alarm clock but because I could here the pitter-patter of rain on the roof. If she were out in my greenhouse she would surely get sick.

 

It was three o’clock in the morning so I quickly put on a raincoat and walked outside. The wind was blowing heavy and I was soaked within seconds, we were surely in for a storm. I walked to the door of the greenhouse and it flew open. The little girl was inside huddled in her sleeping bag trying to keep as warm as possible. I walked to her and knelt down. She opened her eyes and looked up at me but didn’t say a single word.

 

I reached out and began to pick her up. When she didn’t struggle I picked her up the rest of the way. She was a small child who now that she was in my arms looked to be no older than four. I wrapped her in my raincoat with me before I proceeded inside. She held onto the pillow I had given her.

 

Inside I unwrapped her from my raincoat but only to again wrap her in a large blanket. I went to the kitchen and started to prepare some hot chocolate for my guest. While the water was boiling I watched her. She was awake and watched me but never made a sound all she did was huddle tight in the blanket.

 

I sat down next to her and placed the two cups on the floor in front of her and me. She made no move toward the hot chocolate just glanced at it then looked back at me. “Thank you mister.” She said to me then reached out and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her as well. She soon let go of me and sat back down.

 

Again she just sat watching me drink my hot chocolate. I pushed the cup more toward her trying to urge her to drink. But she still did not move to touch the cup. She looked at it but then looked back at me. “Why aren’t you drinking your hot chocolate?” I finally asked her. “Is it for me?” She asked me in a scared little girl voice. “Yes I made it for you. Why would I have set it in front of you if it wasn’t for you?” She began to reach out for the cup but watched my reaction as she grasped it in her hand. It was as if she was expecting me to tell her off any second. I tried as hard as I could not to make any movements to discern her from drinking the hot chocolate but she pulled her hand away when I smiled at her. “Is it really for me? No one has ever given me something.” She said and looked on the verge of tears. “Yes I made it for you. You can drink it I didn’t do anything to it.” I told her and again she slowly reached while watching my reaction. She grasped the cup then brought it to her lips this time and took a sip.

 

I hadn’t made it too hot I just made it warm enough but I hadn’t expected her to down the whole drink at once. When she was done she carefully set it back on the table, making sure she didn’t break it. Then she again looked at me and started to cry. She cried for a bit but calmed herself enough to say “Oh thank you mister no one ever did something for me. I love you.” She said and continued to cry. They were not tears of sadness but tears of joy and sadness. Her life had been so sad and she was realizing it didn’t have to be that way. She was also happy that I had taken pity on her.

 

I gave her time to compose herself before I said, “I think we should go to bed now it is late.” She looked at me then looked at the backdoor and toward the greenhouse. “Where will I sleep?” She asked me. “Well you can stay here as long as you like and you can sleep in my bed for tonight while I sleep on the couch.” She looked at me like as if I was only joking again but all I did was smile. She smiled back at me after sometime. I offered my hand to her and she took it. And off we went to get her ready for bed.

 

I first took her into the bathroom in the hall. I went in and started the shower but then proceeded to walk out and close the door behind me. She stopped me before I was able to leave and asked “Is the bath for me?” I nodded then again tried to leave but she continued to hold onto me. She pulled me back into the bathroom and asked, “Will you stay with me?” I gave myself in and decided to stay I sat myself down on the toilet seat and she began to undress. She pulled her dirty and torn dress off and that is when I got a full view of her body.

 

She had welts across her stomach and chest. She had bruises all up and down her arms and on her legs was the cloth wraps. Two were tied around her left thigh and one was tied around her right. She had another one wrapped around her left ankle. The wounds underneath were all still bleeding into the cloths and they had to have been fresh.

 

She first untied the one on her right thigh and revealed a cut about four inches long. It didn’t look to deep but would have certainly been painful. I couldn’t stand to see her take them off herself. I had to help her so I reached out and untied one on her left thigh. This was a similar cut and didn’t look too deep. I then went to the one lower down. When I pulled it off it revealed a cut about a half an inch long but it appeared to be deep. “What happened here?” I asked her. An angry look appeared in her eyes and she said, “Mommy stabbed a knife in me.” My reaction was immediate and my mouth flew open in shock.

 

I pulled the girl into a hug and started to comfort her. “Everything is okay now you can stay with me and no one will ever hurt you again.” I said and listened carefully to her, she was crying by now. I hugged her even closer to me and we just stayed like that for who knows how long.

 

Eventually I let go and dried her tears for her. “We need to get you clean now.” I said and she shook her head. I reached down toward her ankle to remove the last cloth; but realized before hand that her ankle was swollen; the cut must have been infected. I slowly and gently untied the cloth and pulled it away. The cut wasn’t as big as the others but it was definitely infected; that would explain why she was limping.

 

“I have to go get something for these cuts of yours. Can you get yourself in the bathtub yourself?” I asked her. She looked at me and put on a sad face “Could you help me?” she pleaded.

 

I stayed right where I was and waited for her. She reached down and removed her knickers. Her pussy looked okay; thank god she didn’t have bruises there. But when she turned around I could cleanly see the long thin cuts on her back continued all the way down her butt.

 

She stepped out of her knickers and reached up with both hands. I picked her up and slowly placed her in the tub. Before leaving I asked her “Do you want to play in the tub for awhile?” She looked very eager and nodded her head. I reached under the sink in hopes of finding the bath crayons my ex-wife and I bought; my ex-wife always liked playing around in the shower; we had some great sex while in there. The bath crayons were still there. They were slightly used but they would do for drawing on the walls. The pictures this girl would draw wouldn’t be quite as exotic as the ones my ex-wife had drawn.

 

I handed her the package of crayons and left the bathroom. I left the bathroom but left the door open a crack. From the cracked door and the mirror; I could see her stare at the bath crayons for some time before she opened the package and took out a crayon. She looked around at the door and stared at it for sometime before very slowly she raised her hand and started to draw on the tile walls of the shower. After only making a few marks she stopped and wiped her hand back down. She again looked toward the door but seemed content at seeing it was still closed.

 

She obviously found the use for the crayons but was scared of something. I didn’t bother to stay and watch her though. I walked toward my bedroom and into the master bathroom. I went under the sink in hopes of finding a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I could see that nearly half of the stuff under the sink was gone but I still found a few things of lipstick and other makeup items. My ex-wife was a pig she had every makeup item known o man and still she didn’t have enough. She always felt she had to pretty herself up for me.

 

I found an unopened bottle of rubbing alcohol and pulled it out. Attached to the bottle was a bag of cotton balls. I was quite surprised my ex-wife hadn’t taken them; cotton balls are great for removing nail polish. I walked back toward the bathroom with my guest in it. I made sure to tiptoe so she didn’t hear me; I wanted her to have as much fun as she wanted in the tub.

 

When I came to the door I peaked in on her; she had drawn all over the tile walls. I watched her draw for sometime through the crack in the door. Finally I slowly opened the door. As soon as she saw the door open she became frantic. She ran her hand against the wall in hopes of removing the marks but all she did was smear them. I rushed to her and grabbed her arms. She was crying and pleading with me. “I’m sorry; I’m sorry.” I kept hold of her arms; I didn’t want her destroying anymore of her drawings.

 

“It’s okay the crayons are suppose to be used to draw on the wall. They’re washable don’t worry.” I transferred her wrists to hold both of them in one hand. I used my other hand to reach in the tub to wet it. “See look the marks wash off.” I said as I ran my wet hand across the bottom of one of her pictures. That little demonstration worked to calm her down a little but she was still lightly crying.

 

I decided a good way to cheer her up is have her tell me about her drawings. “Will you tell me about your pictures?” I asked her. She didn’t respond right away because she was still crying. But she soon recovered enough and tried to move her hands. I let go of her hands and she pointed to a drawing of two stick figures one short and one tall holding hands. She had a sun in a corner and she had had grass on the bottom but I whipped that away in my demonstration.

 

“This is me.” She said pointing to the smaller stick figure. “And this is you.” She said pointing to the taller stick figure. It was obvious she liked me from that point on. She had a few other pictures but none as detail as that one. By the time she had told me about all of her pictures she had calmed significantly. When she was done she sat down in the tub and basked in the warm water. She didn’t lean back against the back of the tub probable because of her many bruises. I would have to be extra careful while washing her so as to not cause her pain.

 

I grabbed a bar of soap from my other bathroom while I was in there and dipped it in the water. “Would you like me to wash you?” I asked her; and with a nod of her head I started to wash her chest. Her chest and stomach had some welts on them but none as severe as the ones down her legs or on her back. She flinched a couple of times when I passed a bruised area but was otherwise fine. I skipped her private place; I opted to wash her pussy after I had washed everywhere else, incase of her having been sexually abused.

 

I moved on down to her legs and washed very lightly over all her legs. I went around the cuts and didn’t get any soap in them; I didn’t want to hurt her. I would be hurting her plenty when I applied the rubbing alcohol to her wounds. I washed her right foot but didn’t touch her other foot; the ankle was too infected.

 

I picked up the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hair. Before I started to wash her hair I tilted her head back to help prevent any soap getting in her eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and appeared to be a brown color; but as her hair came clean I realized it was only that color because of dirt. Her hair was actually a strawberry blonde color and it had a slight wave to it.

 

I left the lather in her hair to let it soak in for a little while. This little girl had beautiful hair but she wasn’t taking care of it. I moved down to her back and first surveyed it before starting to wash her. The thin cuts on her back crisscrossed everywhere but they didn’t look fresh. They looked to be at least a week old; I could easily wash her back without a problem. This girl was still young so with proper treatment of her wounds she wouldn’t have too many scars. I again very gently washed her back and her butt. I didn’t wash her to extensively though; I made sure I didn’t clean her anus. I would leave that for afterwards as well; again incase there was sexual trauma.

 

I gathered a cup from the sink and filled it with warm water. I brought it back to the tub and tilted her head back again. I poured the water on her head to wash out the shampoo. Her hair was in fact a wavy strawberry blonde, which reached her shoulders. She was a beautiful child but had suffered so much.

 

The next step in her cleaning was her face. She had dirt literally caked on her face. I first dipped my hand in the water and brought it up toward her face. I rubbed at her forehead and cheeks gently to only wet her face so it would be easier to clean.

 

Before I picked up the soap and again started to clean her face I warned her. “Close your eyes tight so you don’t get any soap in them.” She gave a frightened look before closing them. I soaped up my hands and again gently rubbed at her face. Underneath all the dirt was a childs face. She had dimples on both cheeks and a tiny dimple in her chin. She had beautiful sparkling blue eyes. Her nose was slightly upturned and again it only added to her child like features.

 

Now came the part I was dreading all along, I would have to clean her private places. I again picked up the soap and soap up my hands. She somehow knew the next part that needed washing. She spread her legs to give me better access even. “Honey are you okay with me touching you there.” I questioned before proceeding. She nodded her head and she didn’t appear to mind where I was going to touch her next. When I started to wash her there I made sure I watched her reaction, there was none. I Thank god for there was no sexual trauma.

 

I was gentle in washing her there and the thought occurred to me. This was the first pussy I had touched in over three years. Not an excessively long time and I didn’t really need sex. The thought also occurred to me that this was the second pussy I had ever touched also; I had been a virgin till I got married. I knew how sensitive that part could be to a woman so I made sure I was extra gentle. I was tempted though to do a more complete examination and find out if she was actually a virgin. I restrained myself with no bit of effort at all though. I was not a pedophile I told myself.

 

I cleaned her quickly in both areas and she was done with her bath in a matter of seconds. Now it was off to bed. “Where will I sleep?” She asked me; I could see the look of defeat in her eyes. She was probable thinking I would send her back out to my green house, or maybe even worse than that, back home.

 

“You can sleep where ever you want.” I answered her and I saw a smile come to her face. “Can I sleep with you?” She asked excitedly. I smiled but to tell the truth I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping with this girl who I hadn’t even met properly yet. Then I realized I didn’t even know her name.

 

I was too tired to question things at the moment. I would have to find out all about her in the morning, I hoped she didn’t leave me before then. Children are great at getting up at a very early hour.

 

I walked out of the bathroom with her in tow. In my room I walked into my bathroom and grabbed a towel; I handed it to her and she started to dry herself. When she was done drying her body I handed her a shirt of mine. It was the perfect fit for me but would be way to large for her, it acted great as a nightgown.

 

Now came the part I was dreading all along; I would have to clean her wounds. Before she could get in my bed I grabbed her hand. “We got to clean those cuts on your legs. It will help them heal quicker.” I led her into my bathroom again where I had placed the rubbing alcohol on the sink.

 

“I want you to lie down on the floor.” I said to her; upon hearing that it was evident she was scared. I was having her lie on the floor to make it convenient for me; it made the alcohol easier to clean up afterwards. But when I saw her lying on the floor, half trembling in fear. I realized I made a mistake. I should have just had her sit on the toilet seat or something. I might have made this experience less scary for her.

 

She was lying on the floor and I was already. The floor would also allow more of the alcohol to go into the wounds, rather than if her legs were straight up and down. “Honey I’m really sorry that I have to do this because it is going to hurt.” I said to her. Even before I started to pour the alcohol she was screaming.

 

The only thing I could do at that point was to carry on. I grabbed her leg and held it to the floor. I tilted the bottle and poured the alcohol onto a wound. Instead of crying a pleading with me not to hurt her she was now screaming and crying in pain; the volume of her screams increased tremendously, letting me know that. The next cut was the stab wound. This one was very deep so required a different type of treatment. I placed two fingers on either side of it and spread it. She screamed at the feelings and then screamed even louder than the first two screams as I applied the alcohol. I let her rest after I finished with that wound.

 

The next step was her left leg and left ankle. When she her screams had died down to whimpers of pain. I grabbed at her leg holding it steady. She drew in a deep breath; but didn’t scream when I poured the alcohol onto the first wound. Now it was her ankles turn. Her ankle had swelled up and was very infected. It needed the rubbing alcohol more than any of the other wounds. I poured it onto her ankle and she screamed but only a bit, she was worn out. I watched the alcohol bubble up and react to the bacteria; it was working its magic.

 

I poured the alcohol onto her ankle a second time and after it cleared; I could see what appeared to be a large cut or burn. “What happened here?” I asked her. She drew in a deep breath before answering me in a low voice. “Mommy tied me up.” I could only just make our what she said. The rope had probable been too tight and bitten into her skin. It probable happened more than once and only aggravated the wound other times. Her ankle would need a few more treatments of the alcohol to completely clear the infection and would also require antibiotics.

 

When I was done I hugged her to me as she cried. “I’m sorry I had to do that but I was only helping the cuts to heal. I’m promise I wasn’t mad at you I was only trying to help.” She relaxed a little but not completely.

 

A sudden thought then popped into my head. “What if I rented a movie tomorrow and we watched it together.” I said; then the thought occurred to me that I had said that same line before.  Somehow this seemed so familiar and somehow I had known that would excite her and deliver a simple pleasure, which she had never been allowed. My explanation for what happened just then was Déjà vu.

 

And my idea worked she calmed down and was now excited about renting a movie. “Can we really?” she asked to reassure. I again agreed. “Honey it’s now time for bed.” She was so excited at the thought of renting a movie that she obeyed.

 

Before I could even realize what had happened she was crawling into my bed. She disappeared under the covers and reappeared a moment later. She was in the middle of the bed, still allowing me to sleep on my side that I chose to sleep on. She was even nice enough to lift the covers for me to get in bed.

 

I slipped in bed next to her and she draped her arm over me. It was a bit uncomfortable to be that close to someone and not even know their name. Before I could tell her to remove her arm though, I was fast asleep.

 

The next morning I awoke when she started getting out of bed; I was glad that she stayed with me. She saw me open my eyes as she was getting out of bed and she answered where she was going. “I have to go to the bathroom.” She then walked toward my bathroom. I closed my eyes again and was planning to dose back off. But just as I closed my eyes I heard a scream come from the bathroom. The thought struck me that I still didn’t have a toilet seat in there. While not having one worked great for me because I stood up when I went pee; it was not a great set up for a girl. She had fallen in.

 

I hopped out of bed and went to the door of the bathroom just in time to see her pulling herself out of the toilet. “Where’s the seat?” She screamed at me. I went into the bathroom and just as I did she had pulled herself from the toilet. She began backing away from me holding her mouth. She looked scared again but why would she have been scared.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell. Please don’t hurt me.” She said and began to cry. I went to her and held her in my arms. I took her only a few minutes to calm down and realize I was not mad at her. She was beginning to understand I was not going to hurt her. “I’m not going to hurt you. You had a right to yell at me there. Because I was stupid and didn’t have a toilet seat.” I said.

 

She was still a bit scared but accepted what I had to say. I lifted up the shirt that she had used as a nightgown and dried her bottom. I then set her to use the other bathroom in the hall. She came back into my room a few moments later and crawled over me to get back in bed. Before she could fall back to sleep I said, “I’m sorry for not having a toilet seat.” She responded with “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry.” She hadn’t understood that she had the right to yell at me for that. It was just me being stupid; someone yelling at me would help me get motivated in buying a new toilet seat. My ex-wife had always done all the nagging to get me to do anything. I guess if men weren’t nagged sometimes we would never get some things done.

 

Later in the day I awoke and she was not in bed. I got up and went to freshen up. From the time displayed on the alarm clock it was after 1. Early afternoon, I had slept all morning. I was a bit sad because she was not there with me. Her mother had hurt her and yet she kept going back just to get hurt more.

 

After I had freshened up I went out to the store. I brought some food, enough for two, if she ever decided to join me again. I also made sure I picked up a new toilet seat, for her benefit. On my way to the checkout counter I passed the little girls section. There was this beautiful pink dress on a rack. It looked perfect for my little visitor; I thought someday I would like to buy that for her. I left the dress there though and proceeded to checkout.

 

At home I made myself a quick breakfast and then went upstairs to install the new toilet seat. After that was complete I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went outside. It was a nice day outside and I decided to relax in a lawn chair. Back before I went to jail I always loved sitting outside on my patio.

 

As I sat there drinking my beer my mind drifted again to thinking about that little girl. Just as I was hoping to see her again she walked into my backyard. She didn’t bother to turn around and leave when she saw me instead she walked right up next to me. She sat in the lawn chair across from me and dangled her legs off the end of the chair.

 

She didn’t appear unhappy she sat there smiling at me but not saying anything. “I fixed the toilet seat upstairs. I’m sorry again that I didn’t have one.” I told her. She smiled even bigger after I told her. From the way she was sitting staring at me it appeared she wanted something from me. I just sat there and smiled back at her until she finally spoke. “Mister can I stay with you?” She asked.

 

The question was like a bombshell and yet at the same time it wasn’t because I had been thinking about her all day and wanted her to stay with me. But something in the back of my mind still told me I should find out some more about her; before I up and agreed to her staying with me.

 

“Sweetie you can stay with me as long as you want; but I would like to know some things about you.” She nodded her head probable in anticipation of staying with me but also because I included the ‘but’ in the conversation. “I would like to know how long you have been staying in my greenhouse.” She took a deep breath before she started to tell me her whole story.

 

“I got mad at mommy one day and I left the house. Mommy didn’t care that I left so I started running away more often because when I was away I wouldn’t get hurt. The first time I ran away and I didn’t know where to go so I started looking for a place. The third time I ran away I found this house. It didn’t look like anyone lived in it so I started to stay in the greenhouse. I kept running away and staying in there for a year but then you found me.” She said. Well that answered my first question but there was much I still needed to find out about this girl.

 

My next questions were about why she ran away. She ran away whenever her mom started beating her. Her mother appeared to not like the girl and would constantly beat her. She said her mother did it because she was bad; but she was only a child and couldn’t have been that bad. I asked for an example of how she was bad. She said that talking to her mother was bad. She went by the old saying ‘Children should be seen and not heard.’ Her mother just appeared to hate her all around and only liked it when she was gone. We stayed talking about her mother for a long time. I found out why she was all cut up on her legs. It was because her mother didn’t have a lot of money and it was her fault her mother was broke. Our conversation soon led to what would happen when she was being punished.

 

She was usually tied down and then whipped with strange items. I asked her to describe some of the items and she very accurately described a cat of nine tails flogger, a riding crop, a six or seven foot bull whip, a cane, a paddle with holes, and of course a belt. On the rare occasions she would be punished more severely with a knife, or on other occasions her mother would burn her with something. Ranging from holding her hand on the stove, to holding her in a sitting position on a stove, or pouring boiling water on her.

 

I was amazed at how cruel her mother was to her. Now I was ever glad to let her stay with me, I would be keeping her from getting hurt. It was almost dark outside by this time so I got up and walked to the door. I invited her in and she joined me. I planned on continuing our conversation inside.

 

We started right to our conversation again after I started two cups of hot chocolate, she really seemed to like hot chocolate. I asked her where she had gone today when she left my house. Of course she went home but she also told me how her mom had not been there today; the good thing about her mother not being home was there would be no new bruises.

 

We sat to drinking our hot chocolate while I questioned more about her. What I really wanted to know about her was how old she was and what her name was. It turned out she was still young, like I thought she was six years old. Her name was a very beautiful name it was Mindy.

 

I asked her more about her mother and how she treated her. There appeared to be no love and this girl was certainly scared that everyone was going to hurt her. She lived with her aunt and uncle for a while, while they showed her love she couldn’t stay with them she had to go back to her mother. She didn’t have any siblings or a father.

 

After our hot chocolate she said she was tired. I let her lay down on the couch in the living room while I watched the news. I was still in the process of catching up with what had been going on while I was in jail for six years. Half way through the news she was sleeping soundly with her head resting in my lap. Then the most amazing thing happened I saw my ex-wife’s face on the television. She was being arresting for robbing a bank and killing a police officer.

 

My ex-wife was a criminal herself. Well she didn’t have any money, as I was the one who had been rich. My father had continued to play the lottery as long as I had known him. He would spend an extra lot of money when the lottery was high. Well one of those times he got lucky and all those years of playing it paid off. Of course I was well off also since he had one so much. He invested two million into each of my sister and my bank accounts. With interest both my sister and I would be able to live happily for the rest of our lives only living off the interest that, that money made. Since I had been in jail for six years I had an excess amount of money in my account. I had plenty of money for just me and possible a little girl.

 

My ex-wife would be getting 25 to life for having killed a police officer. If she had murdered any other man she might have gotten manslaughter. But since she killed an officer the courts would prosecute her to the maximum extent, which meant she would be charge with first-degree murder.

 

Mindy woke up and looked at the television with me. I suppose I was excited by the fact my ex-wife was going to jail, which is what woke Mindy up. She looked at the television and said something that would change my life forever. “That’s my mommy.”

 

It had to ask her again who she was referring to and sure enough my ex-wife was her mother. I nearly fainted from the sudden shock of realizing this girl could very well be my daughter. I had been away for six years and this girl was six year old.

 

I didn’t tell her right away I wanted to make sure first. My ex-wife would have to have a birth certificate or something lying around her house or apartment.

 

I did tell her what was happening to her mother though. “Sweetie your mommy is being arrested for robbing a bank. She will never be able to hurt you again.” The look of joy came across her face. She wasn’t sad at all about her mother being arrested. “Does that mean I can stay with you forever.” She asked me. I nodded my head. She very well could be staying with me forever if I were her father.

 

Tomorrow I would be sure to find out where she had been living. But then again I would have to be pretty early in getting to where she lived. The police would surely be cleaning her mothers place out tomorrow.

 

It was getting pretty late at this point so I said, “We should probable go to bed now.” She followed me upstairs to the bathroom where I ran the water for her bath. I got the rubbing alcohol while she waited for the water to warm up enough. When she saw the rubbing alcohol bottle; she looked at me with a sad scared look, “Do you have to put that stuff on me again?” she asked. It broke my heart to tell her that I had to because she had gone through so much pain prior to living with me now in her new life she was only receiving more pain.

 

I helped her out of her cloths and into the bathtub. I left the soap crayons next to the tub the previous night; those were the first things she grabbed. She started immediately coloring on the tile walls. At this rate I was going to be raising a little artist. She looked back at me once to check my reaction but she continued. She was probable checking to make sure it was okay for her to draw.

 

I let her draw for a while and again when she was done she described the pictures. In one of her pictures she dressed herself in a red dress and said that she had new cloths that were very pretty. That’s is when I decided that the next day I would be taking her to the mall to buy her cloths. That was her way of telling me she wanted something new to wear; but also I wanted her to have something new to wear.

 

It dawned on me that I had seen that picture before, again a case of déjà vu; it seemed to happening quite a bit lately.

 

I started to wash her only using my hands I wouldn’t want to hurt her any by using a rough cloth. I washed down the front of her and down her legs. She then spread her legs for me to wash her cunny. There was no reason in saving that spot for last.

 

Her bath was done in short order with no apprehensions on my part this second time washing her. After that I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. I tickled her a bit and she started to giggle. I would cover her face with the towel and tickle her she laugh and try to get away. Then I would stop and lift the towel before I started to tickle her again. It was a bit of a game of ‘peek-a-boo’ at the same time.

 

When I was done drying her she did the most peculiar thing she reached out and grabbed my face and brought it toward hers. She kissed me on the cheek and said, “I love you.” I said the same to her but didn’t kiss her; I wasn’t ready for that.

 

I was glad she did that but just after that I had to pour more alcohol on her wounds. She sat down on the toilet and this time held my hand as I dabbed the rubbing alcohol on the cuts on her legs; she would squeeze my hand when she felt pain.

 

I again gave her an old shirt of mine and we went to bed together. We spooned together and that is how I woke up with her at five o’clock in the morning. She was beginning to wake up and she was trying to get out from under my arm that was wrapped around her. “Where are you going?” I asked her. She looked at me and I could see tears in her face. “I’m leaving I have to go back home.” I hugged her even close to me after she said that. I told her, “Mindy Honey you don’t have to go home. You mommy was arrested and will never go back there. You can stay here with me, I promise.” She seemed to relax after I told her that. But it was a good thing she woke up at 5 o’clock. I wanted to get to where she had been living early so I could gather the proper information I needed. I wanted to get there before the police.

 

I got out of bed and helped her out of bed as well. She had nothing to go out in so I let her wear my shirt. I dressed myself then started digging through the cloths on the floor of the closet. I found a pair of shorts that were too small on me when I left and would still be so. I helped her put them on and of course they were still way to big. I used an old shoestring from my Sunday shoes and loop it through the belt loops. I tied it together in the front effectively making a belt for her. She didn’t look all that bad actually, but I would still have to get her some cloths later on that day.

 

I took her hand and asked her to show me where she lived. I had to promise her again that her mother wouldn’t be home. She was still scared that I might be lying to her. But she took me out my back door. She led me through my back yard to my back gate. We walked along the fences of several others people yards till we came to a small path leading into the woods. Just then I realized she wasn’t wearing any shoes and we were about to go traipsing through the woods. I picked her up and carried her while we walked on. We were deep into the woods and I was beginning to get worried. She traveled this route everyday. We must have been at least a mile from my house by this time.

 

We traveled on until we came to a small bike path. We then started to follow it along. Along the way there was a marker on the bike path marking some mile from the beginning of the trail. We traveled on and about an hour later we had passed three-mile markers. We must have been at least four miles from my house by this time. My feet were beginning to get tired but I kept going.

 

Soon after the third mile marker I saw on the trail we came to another little path leading into the woods. We again took the little path and soon we came to a clearing. A hundred or so feet away from the clearing was a trailer park. She wanted me to put her down so I did and she went running toward the trailer park. I ran after her and before I knew it we were at the trailer park.

 

Her mothers trailer was one toward the back so she could easily escape everyday to the woods without being seen. In her ragging cloths if someone had seen her they might have called the police. But luckily she was able to take the paths in the woods to get to my house.

 

She went to the back of the trailer and opened the door. She went inside and I stayed outside. I waited for her okay. She came back out a few minutes later saying, “no ones here.” I walked in with her and she showed me to her mothers room. I stepped inside and saw one of the dressers that were missing from my house. This was my ex-wifes place alright.

 

I searched through the dresser. She usually kept one junk drawer full of important papers. What I was looking for was a birth certificate; it would have to say the fathers name on it. Maybe she had not remarried or dater someone after she left me.

 

I opened some old folders but still wasn’t finding anything. I found some bills that she probable didn’t pay and some other things.

 

I found the old doctors report that stated about my low sperm count and how in a few years there would be nothing left. She kept that information from me and said it would hurt me too much to know the truth. So what the piece of paper was saying is that I was probable sterile now. If that was my daughter out there then this information wouldn’t be all that painful. It would mean I wasn’t a complete waste.

 

Just after that information I found the folder I was looking for. Inside the folder was a birth certificate with my name on it. I was the father it was a great feeling. Under the birth certificate was a piece of paper that was suppose to go to the police. My ex-wife had never turned it in which meant the police didn’t know Mindy existed. I could take her and not worry about the police coming and looking for her. I wouldn’t have any trouble some paper work she was mine. I could turn the paper in when ever along with a copy of the birth certificate. I would wait till my ex-wife was most certainly in prison.

 

I took all the papers with me. I hoped I didn’t leave anything that would make the police come and ask me questions.

 

When I was walking out of the room. I saw the bathroom. Inside was a shower built into the ceiling and a toilet. The toilet had the nice toilet seat I had bought years before.

 

There also was the television that was in my living room before. Mindy was sitting in front of it watching a blurred station. I went to the television and switched it off. I need to know what in the house was hers I didn’t want them thinking a girl lived here because they would come and take her away from me for a time until the cleared things up that I was her father.

 

It turned out that nothing in the house was hers. She had no toys, nothing fun to play with. I felt sorry for her and promised to buy her a lot of toys. She did though have a few cloths mostly knickers and socks, nothing nice. She didn’t have any dresses except for the one she had worn the first time I met her, that was a rag and didn’t quite fit her. She had a pair of jeans and some shirts but that was about it. I took the shirts and jeans but I didn’t let her change into them when she asked. I made her stay in my old short and shirt. I didn’t want her wearing anything that might be tight on her. She needed to heal I didn’t want to be putting her into any pain. I had her slip on two pairs of socks as to better protect her feet; she had no shoes.

 

I took all her cloths with me but left everything else. I didn’t want to make it look as if my ex were robbed.

 

We walked back toward the woods. It was about seven o’clock by that time and it wasn’t till eight that we got back home. She did live quite a ways away from my house. When we were home I cooked up some bacon and eggs, I hoped she liked it.

 

I appeared that that was the first time eating a big breakfast like that. She stated that the eggs and bacon were even better than the hot chocolate. At this point I was curious as to what she usually ate. It turned out to be cereal and or leftovers that her mother, my ex brought home. She would enjoy much at my house to really enjoy the pleasure of eating all types of food.

 

I decided since this was my daughter and she was treated so badly I would treat her to a great day. The first thing that was to be done was to take her shopping for new cloths. The first thing though was to get her something that she could wear out of the house. I couldn’t exactly take her shopping to a nice mall if she were dressed the way she was.

 

I looked at her clothing that I collected from her house. It was all dirty but the text on the tags was still legible. I figured one maybe two sizes bigger than what was said on the tags. I sat her down in front of the television and said I would be back. I was going to buy her the dress I had seen the previous day. Then she could wear that to the mall. She wanted to come with me and begged but I told her she couldn’t go out in what she was wearing. I again told her I would be back in fifteen minutes.

 

She turned away from me and decided to pout. I didn’t try to comfort her, as I would usually have done; instead I went out the front door. I got down to my car and was about to open the door when the sudden thought hit me. She would run away while I was gone. I didn’t want her doing that the police would most likely be at her mothers house.

 

I somehow knew and ran to the back of my house first. I caught her just on her way out the door. “Where do you think your going young lady?” She looked shocked at finding I was there behind her to greet her. “I’m sorry Mister.” She walked back in the backdoor I followed her inside and grabbed her by the shoulders. She was scared that I may punish her, but I wasn’t going to do any such thing. “I just don’t want you leaving me again. I told you last night you can stay with me forever.” She looked to the ground and nodded her head.

 

The only problem now was I couldn’t trust her not to leave. I would have to do something to be sure she would be here when I got back. I walked her back onto the living room and sat her down on the floor in front of the television. I went to the garage then and came back with several lengths of rope. I was going to have to punish her by tying her up but it was for her own good. She saw the rope and seemed to know what was going to happen next.

 

She was sitting with her feet under her bottom; so I planned on tying her hands to her knees and then tying her feet to her waist. I was only going to leave her like that for fifteen minutes while I went to the store. I was also going to leave her in front of the television so it wasn’t that bad of a punishment.

 

The old shorts I gave her were very long on her and would cause problems in tying her hands to her knees so I had her remove them. She did without any hesitation. She then sat back down and I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her little pussy was completely displayed. We would solve that problem later after I had a chance to get her some new underwear.

 

I put her hands to her knees and started on her right one. I wrapped the rope around her wrist a couple of times and then I threaded the rope between her leg and tied it off. Her wrist was successfully tied to her knee. I repeated that same move on her other wrist.

 

The next step was to tie her legs to her waist. I tied first one length of the rope to her left ankle then I wrapped it over her stomach and tied the other end of the rope to her right ankle. It worked great and she wasn’t able to move very much. It wasn’t uncomfortable though so it wasn’t that bad of a punishment. I made sure to check the knots one last time. She had been tied up before no doubt so she could be quite the little escape artist if I didn’t tie it correctly.

 

It held strong so I once again walked out the front door; my keys were still in the door of my car. I backed out of the driveway and headed to the store where I found the pretty dress the previous day, I hoped it was still there.

 

When I arrived at the store I immediately went to where I had set the dress down last. I picked it up again and admired its beauty. It was a good decent price also. But there was one small problem it was too small. This wasn’t going good for me. I wanted to get her a dress but I didn’t find any other dress that looked quite as nice. Finally a young lady came up in a store uniform, “Sir may I help you find something?” She asked and was very polite. “I was hoping to find this same dress but in a bigger size.” I answered her but I felt it was hopeless.

 

“Sir how old is your daughter?” I paused before answering for a second; it sounded nice to be hearing that I had a daughter; it brought a smile to my face. I answered her quickly saying “she only just turned six five months ago.” I said remembering back to the birth certificate that had my name as the father on it.

 

The lady gave a sigh at my ignorance “Sir you realize you are in the young ladies section. That dress is in the wrong section here come with me and I will show you where you can find that dress in a different size.” I was now truly embarrassed how could I have been so stupid.

 

I followed her and she showed me to the little girls section. She then brought me to a rack with similar dresses on it. They did indeed have more of that same dress but only a few. I selected one that was the correct size and went to check out.

 

I was soon home and went inside the front door. I was fifteen minutes late than what I originally said it would take me. Mindy was still sitting in front of the television tied up. I was happy that she didn’t leave. I went to her and undid her wrists first and then untied her feet. She didn’t appear to be upset that I had tied her up she seemed rather happy.

 

I helped her into the kitchen and she saw the bag. She didn’t dare run toward it instead she stayed well away from it. I expected her to ask what I bought but she didn’t. I found out later that she was never to ask her mother what she bought or go anywhere near a bag from a store. If she did she would have been punished. How demented had my ex-wife become, something must have happened that she went insane.

 

I had to tell her that what was in the bag was for her but she still stayed well away from it, she didn’t even go near the table. I went to the bag and pulled out the dress. I then brought it over to her. I handed it to her and she finally took it. “It’s pink.” She commented which made me think she didn’t like the color. “I’m sorry do you not like that color?” I asked softly.

 

She looked at me than embraced me in a great big hug. “It’s great, my mommy would never buy me something that color because she said that was a pretty color and only for pretty persons.” I corrected her on her mistake telling her she should say people. The thought occurred to me that she was six and should be in school. “Have you ever been to school?” I asked her. She looked sad and shook her head no. “I’m not smart enough to learn anything.” She said. I held her to me and asked her if her mother said that too. She nodded her head and started to cry. Somehow my ex-wife had literally gone crazy.

 

I helped her into the dress and she turned around in it to model it for me. It looked great on her and was truly the perfect size. I made a mental note to remember that size when I took her shopping today.

 

Just then I remember I should have remembered to buy her some new knickers. I completely forgot in my haste to find the right size dress. All her old cloths were in the washing machine and wouldn’t be dry till later. She would just have to do without while we went shopping. I would have to really watch her carefully so she didn’t lift her dress up accidentally; sometimes little girls at that age tend to sometimes lift there dress or skirt up because they weren’t taught not to just yet.