Author: lonewolf
Title: Wolf's End
Universe: The Lollies of Eastwick, chapter 26
Summary: Final chapter of the Lollies of Eastwick. I can not sum this one up. New epilog posted March 2014.
Keywords: violence, bbbb, and emotional.
Wolf's End
Reviews for Wolf's End
Androgyny - "If this does not move you, then your a bloody robot."
Evil Bubble - "It is so real, I can close my eyes and see it all happen"
Dedicated for Adora-lee and that little boy forever lost in the snow.
It was too much. Everything. Lisa the nine year old went to bed
early that night. Sleep would not come. Her mind dwell-ed on the
past week of horrific events that had come her way. She felt so
helpless to change anything. She felt worthless and empty.
Clutching her teddy bear she wept. The salty tears after but a few
minutes were streaming down her freckled cheeks. How could it have
come to this? And why? Lisa had no answers, that only added to her
profoundly depressed state. Sadness had crept into ever part of
her body and psyche. Thinking straight was not chemically possible
for her now. The negative endorphins would not allow it.
One tissue or even two could not wipe away the tears or the soiled
feelings that enveloped her. Repeated showers, bars of soap could
never remove the dirt. Slowly over several hours the little blond
girl pulled one Kleenex after the other out of the tissue box. Dabbing
her eyes and face to remove the wetness. Wetness that was quickly
replaced by another bout of desperation. Another bout of sadness so
intense it defied words. So alone.
Laying on her side the tears ran over her temple and onto the pillow.
Sitting up one tear drop rolled down her nose and for a brief instant it
tickled the tip of her cute nose. That hauntingly beautiful smile teased
across her face one final time. In the darkness no one could see it
though. Then the mind numbing depression reasserted itself. Burying
her face in her hands the sobbing intensified. What could she do, nothing.
The young girl felt like dirt, a piece of molested dirt. All she
wanted was to hate something, something other then herself.
By midnight the box of tissue was empty, Each one holding a few
drops of her sadness. Her garbage bin was filled now to overflowing.
A growing pile of crumpled up tissues surrounded the small trash can.
Her favorite song played across her mind. "The sun will come out
tomorrow." Lisa shook her head violently, bullshit. The area boys
will be coming out tomorrow. Looking for her, looking for their cum
bucket, and taking her soul as they took her body. How could she go
on like this, and so powerless to change things. Slumping into
another round of tears she was so confused. It was all more then
the young girl could deal with. Defiled and decimated.
She was withdrawn now. No more modeling, no more gymnastics,
no more judo, just no more. She wanted to be no more. Why had
happiness and joy become so elusive? Why was play so impossible?
She had been such a happy child. Laughing and playing so wistfully.
That was gone now, replaced by the shivers on a warm summer eve.
Lisa felt a coldness that the blankets could no longer protect her from.
Wrapping herself tighter the bitter cold still reached into her heart.
She hugged the stuffing out of her teddy, wanting so much to feel
something, anything. Or just not to feel at all.
Lisa could barely see now. Her vision blurred by the torrid of tears
cascading down her checks. The tissues like her, were all used up.
She used her blanket to sop up the sadness. Her blue eyes all puffy.
The girl reached an icy state. Knew what she had to do. Getting
out of bed she tucked her teddy under one arm and looked out her
window into the back yard. In the weak moonlight she could see the
vegetable garden she had started a month ago. There was life there,
but it could not reach the little girl. She was too far away.
Treading lightly in her bare feet, Lisa still sniffling opened her bedroom
door quietly. Stepped into the hallway and softly went down the stairs.
Strangely her tears had stopped. Going into the kitchen she listened
for a second, the silence gave her some comfort. She found a note of
peacefulness now. Reaching up Lisa took the car keys off the hook
near the door. She unlocked the door and stepped into the breezeway.
Closing the door behind her, she opened the windows wide in the small
connecting room. The girl heard a single dog barking up the street.
Then silence again enveloped the night.
A warm breeze caught her face but could do nothing to take the
cold away. She went to the door leading to the garage. Stopped and
looked back. "I love you Tommy." She said with such melancholy.
Finding her courage or lack thereof, Lisa passed into the garage
and climbed into the car. Putting the key into the ignition she
started the engine. Then climbed into the backseat and laid down one
more time. Crushing her stuffed animal to her chest the tears rolled
like Niagara falls. She closed her eyes, willing for death to come
swiftly.
The fumes filled the single car garage. Lisa shook so hard, she was
so scared, but stayed in the back seat. The blue fumes billowed from
the exhaust pipe creating a haze. The temperature began to climb rapidly
from the hot gases. In her pajamas another round of tears welled up
glazing over her pretty blue eyes. She began to sweat from the heat and
still she was cold right to her soul. Lisa's pajamas clung to her body from
the dampness. She felt thirsty and wanted a glass of water. Her throat
dry, still she held her teddy bear. Her eyelids fluttered and shut as she
lost consciousnesses. The final peaceful sleep, her pain was over.
Tommy slept fitfully that night which was unusual for him. He tossed
and turned then awoke with a start. Shot upright in his bed. His heart
racing like he had just run a mile. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.
Terrified for no reason he listened. Heard nothing. Looking at the clock it
was well after mid night. He thought to lay back down, figured it was just
a bad dream. His instincts overcame his rational thought. No something
WAS wrong. Compelled he got out of bed. The eleven year old blond
boy in just his PJ bottoms stood up.
He went into the bathroom and pissed in the toilet. The feeling of dread
would not subside. Instead it grew. In the hallway he noticed in the faint
light Lisa's door was open. He looked in on his baby sister. Her bed was
empty and her teddy bear gone. Puzzled he listened again hoping to hear
Lisa moving around downstairs. Silence was his only reward. He got
worried, this was not right. Quickly he went down the steps expecting
a light to be on or the TV or to catch Lisa raiding the cookie jar. Greeted
by nothing but darkness and quiet his apprehension grew. Where was
the fuck was Lisa? Tommy cheeked the living-room and den. Nothing.
In the kitchen he looked around once more. Movement caught his eye.
The curtains in the breezeway fluttered about, almost angrily. How could
that be? He had closed those windows himself not more then a few hours
ago. Touching the doorknob he realized the door was unlocked and
opened it; so leery now. He heard the car running and was confused.
Quickly he went to the other door and peered into the garage. Could not
see anything the cloud of smoke was very thick.
A cold, chilly arctic hand ripped at his heart and soul. Tommy
opened the door, a blast of heat and smoke hit him. He screamed,
"LISA NO." One part of Tommy's brain was on red alert, his right hand
slapped the button and the garage door began to lift up. He charged
in heedlessly. Looked in the car and saw his little sister laying in the
back seat un-moving. "NOOOOO" Rage filled him. He almost tore
the car door off its hinges to get at Lisa. The back door opened on his
second try. Thank god Lisa had not locked herself in. Filled with
adrenalin he scooped up his sister and threw her body over his shoulder.
It was amazingly lite. Running with her on his shoulder the chubby
boy took her outside, stumbled 20 feet and put her gently on the grass.
Lisa's skin color was ash and she was bathed in sweat, all clammy.
Tommy's screams had woken their mom. She entered a parents
worst nightmare. Saw the doors open and smelled the exhaust. Ran to
the garage. The smoke began to clear. "What the hell is going on?"
She yelled. Looking around she could make out Tommy on the grass
hunched over another figure. "NOOO my baby." She howled. Ran
out to her children.
Tommy ran passed her and right to the phone, dialed 911. The
emergency operator picked up at once. "Please send an ambulance,
it's my baby sister." He cried into the phone. "Car exhaust, God I think
she is dead."
"Help is on the way." The operator calmly said. Tommy gave them
the address but the computer trace program had already identified
the location and was feeding it to the police, and fire department.
Four minutes of pure hell. Lisa's mom hugged her child weeping
like never before. Tommy came out and said 911 was coming. The
mother and son bent over Lisa's broken body and sprite. Tommy
took his sister's hand and squeezed it. "Please Lisa be OK, wake
up." He tugged on her arm. She did not respond.
Blue and red flashing lights from the police car startled the two.
The cop pulled into the driveway, the headlights pointing right at
the small knot of people on the grass. The officer got out, saw the
blue haze and smoke from the garage, heard the car running. He
knew instructively what had happen. "Christ." He swore, and got
on the radio.
A firetruck arrived seconds later. They had an oxygen tank and
pushed Tommy and his mom aside, got to the grim task at hand.
She was alive, Tommy had saved her. But saved her for what?
Next came the EMT's and the ambulance arrived.
Tommy and his mom hugged each other while their world stood
still. Then the neighbors began to come out and watch the sad
scene. One boy who had used Lisa saw her crumpled up body
and burst into tears. Lisa's mom blamed herself was consumed
with the guilt of not seeing the signs, WHY? "Is she going to be
alright?" She asked.
A fireman replied, "She's in a coma ma'am." With the oxygen
mask in place they lifted Lisa onto the gurney.
BAM, BAM, Smash. Tommy screamed, everyone turned. He
was taking a sledgehammer to the car. Beating it for all he was worth.
His rage would know no bounds. The police officer approached the
angry child. "Son," he spoke with all the compassion he could.
"Put down the hammer please." Tommy, his rage lost focus. He
dropped the sledgehammer.
Then he lost it and wept uncontrollably for his little sister. He
looked up, "It tried to kill my sister. She never hurt anyone. She
was so very gentle." The anger boiled up within the boy. Their mom
went and hugged her son, pulling his face into her chest. Was it
now just the two of them she thought. She wanted to go in the
ambulance. The police offered to drive them to the hospital. First
they needed to get dressed. Tommy looked up, his tear soaked face
betraying all his sadness. "We have to call dad." His mom nodded
they went inside as the ambulance raced off.
The police cruiser drove by the playground Tommy looked out
the window. The boy shut his eyes.
When this old world gets me down
and there's no love to be found
I close my eyes and soon I find
I'm in a playground in my mind
Where the children laugh,
and the children play.
And we sing a song; all day
.
My name is Michael, I got a nickel.
I got a nickel shiny and new
I'm gonna buy you all kinds of candy
That's what I'm gonna do
Cold and numb Tommy sat in the hospital waiting room outside
the OR. His mom's arm around his shoulder. The only question
burning on their minds was, why? Why had Lisa tried to harm herself?
Tommy was going to find out what had gone on while he was away.
Someone was going to pay. The dire warnings of Greg from two days
before was the center of Tommy's thoughts. Lisa's dad came in,
the three cried as one standing in a circle embracing each other.
A detective Becker approached the family. He had questions
foremost of which Tommy and his mom could not answer. WHY?
"So the windows were open?" The detective asked Tommy, trying to
get as much detail while it was fresh in the boy's head. "You sure
you shut the windows?"
Tommy nodded, his mom surmised. "Lisa must have opened them,
but why?"
The middle aged balding, detective looked up from his notes. "She
did not want the exhaust to get into the house. She was protecting you
both. She was obviously thinking of you more then herself. With the
windows closed the fumes would have gone in the house and right up
the stairs." He looked Tommy in the eye. The boy swallowed hard
to keep himself from tearing up again. God, Lisa really loved him more
then herself. That was a thought he would carry with him as long as
he breathed.
Then the doctor came out in scrubs. His face showed he did not
bring good news. "She is in a coma. She may come out of it, we are
concerned about brain damage." The doctor looked at Tommy.
"You saved her life son." He put his hand on Tommy's shoulder.
"Another five minutes and she would have died." Tommy straitened
up, stood tall. His dad tasseled his blond hair and smiled at the boy.
"Your a hero in my book." The doctor said.
The next few days the family hardly left Lisa's side. They took
turns holding Lisa's hand. Tommy talked to her constantly even tho
the girl was asleep. He told her all about the amusement parks he
and their father had visited the last week. He even held up pictures,
told her how important it was for her to wake up. That the horses at
the barn missed her. A stream of visitors came through Lisa's room.
The second day Greg came to visit. He had been very busy
talking to people about what had gone on prior to the tragic event.
He took Tommy aside. "Look dude your not going to be happy."
He told his friend and handed Tommy a piece of paper with the
names of nine boys. Then showed Tommy a picture of Lisa tied
to a bench with two boys fucking her. "It was Sally, she set Lisa
up and the boys well." Greg looked at the floor. He loved Lisa
more then ever now. "It started the day after you left. Christ man
if I had known what was going on."
"You did good Greg, you got me home two days early. It's not
your fault. Where are these boys now?" Tommy asked evenly.
Greg shrugged. Tommy looked at the list of names. He knew most
the boys. "I'm going to find them, you coming?"
"Damn straight. Want me to get my baseball bat?"
"We don't need a bat."
Over the next few days Tommy and Greg tracked down every
boy who had touched Lisa and beat the shit out of them.
The boys caught up with Carlos and Luis at the playground.
Word had spread about Tommy and Greg on the hunt. The two
Mexican brothers turned and saw Lisa's brother staring at them.
They got scared and tried to run. They might have outpaced
Tommy but not Greg. He was the star defensive player for his
football team and would have been a starter at running back but
they needed him fresh for defense. In three steps Greg had caught
up to Carlos and kicked his foot sending it behind his other leg
tripping the boy to the ground. Then he jumped over Carlos and
tackled Luis two steps later.
Greg knew Tommy would be all over the young brother. And
he was. Tommy dropped on the other boy's back. The blond
haired kid balled up his right fist and slammed it into the side
of Carlos. Both boys were about the same size, Tommy a little
fatter and Carlos a little beefier. It should have been a fair fight.
Other kids stopped playing and watched. Carlos yelped at the
first punch. Then Tommy hit Carlos again. This time he swung
like Brianna had taught him. Using his hips and shoulders the
boy put his chi into it. Everyone for 20 feet heard the ribs crack.
Carlos made a sound like none that had ever come from a human
throat. Tommy held up and saw the boy spit blood. He got off
the downed prey.
Luis after getting tackled fought back. He rolled over onto his
back to face Greg who was on top. Like lightning Greg was in
beast mode and even tho he only had a couple months of judo
under his belt the training kicked in. Greg grabbed the right arm
of Luis and ignored the weak punch that hit him in the mouth. A
fat lip was nothing. Greg stretched out the other boy's arm and
slipped off to one side. Threw his legs across Luis's chest and
face then used an arm bar. Before he could stop himself Greg
had broken the kid's arm. The crowd all heard a second loud
snap of bone. Must have been 20 kids watching, all wide eyed
mesmerized at the quick fight, one girl turned and threw up at
the distinctive sound of a bone breaking.
Greg got up and let Luis scream and yell in pain. The kid's
legs thrashed. Carlos was laying still on his side trying to breath.
The two boys who had been pimping out Lisa were both hospital
bound. "You ever look at Lisa again and I'll kill you both." Tommy
told them. Then he looked at the crowd. One boy maybe fifteen
had his cell phone and was dialing. "That better be 911." Tommy
pointed at the teen. The high school-er stopped dialing and tapped
clear. Then hit 911. Asked for an ambulance to come to the
Baker street playground. Told them a boy was puking up blood.
The two football players looked at each other. Greg held up
his finger. "One more left buddy. Anyone know where fuckin'
Frank is right now." Greg looked at the other kids. They were
scared and shook their heads a collective no.
The parent's of Carlos and Luis wanted Tommy and Greg
arrested. Then the police told them about what had happened.
The parents were horrified, gang raping a nine year old girl. How
could they have raised a child like that. After some counselling
they withdrew the complaint. Tommy and Greg were not
unscathed either. They had bruises and cuts. Their fists all
marked up, Tommy had a black eye to. To him it was a medal
of honor. After that, boys began to cross the street when they
saw Tommy and Greg coming.
The one person they really wanted to get to was Sally. But
her parents had moved her to a children's hospital. The doctors
ran a hundred tests on the eight year old girl. Till a CAT scan
reveled a defect in her brain. Sally was not responsible for her
actions. Not concerning Lisa nor that little boy she had pushed
out of a tree last year.
That left one person, MS Gomez. She was not hard to find.
Then it ended where it all began. With the same three people
looking through the same pane of glass. This time MS Gomez
was alone looking down on the street below. She saw Tommy
and Greg looking back at her from the sidewalk. A lump filled her
throat. She had heard about Lisa. Tommy motioned for her to
come down. The police was her first thought, no they don't use
children as bait.
Hesitating she reluctantly when down and crossed the street.
"Is Lisa OK?" She asked.
Greg answered, "She is still in a coma." The women hung
her head.
Then Tommy spoke. "You have 24 hours to get out of town.
We know about everything now. The two way mirror, the videos
of us and Lisa. Tomorrow I tell my mom everything. She'll call
detective Becker then you'll get arrested." The women was
shocked.
"Why give me 24 seconds?" She asked. Tommy's fists
balled up, his arms shook like he was going to hit her. She
stepped back.
Greg touched his friend's arm to calm the boy. "Adults,
you always think it's about you."
Tommy took a deep breath. "You don't get spit. This is for
Maria, she gets 24 hours." The vehemence in his voice shook the
woman. Then he got softer, "What happens to her if your in jail?
Foster home, state custody, she deserves better although your
not much." Gomez swallowed hard. Tommy looked at his watch.
"You got 23 hours and 57 minutes now. Better start packing."
The boys turned and walked away. She watched them move
off and spoke to herself. "Who'd of thunk? A short chubby blond
haired boy was a knight in shinning armor. God bless you Tommy
and don't you ever change." With cell phone in hand MS Gomez
called her accountant. A lot of money had to be moved. That was
a second girl he had saved this week.
Next day not just the police but the FBI showed up. They
found the recording equipment, the computers that had been
wiped clean, hard drives removed.. Gomez was gone, back
south of the boarder. They could not track her.
Then Lisa woke up. Mom, dad and Tommy were all there
to see the blessed event. Lisa began to cry, "I'm sorry mommy."
"Sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. We know about
everything now. We love you more then ever." The family sobbed
for a long time.
The brain damage so feared by the doctors never happened.
In a month lovely little Lisa would again be tumbling across the
gymnastic mats.
Oh the wonders that I find,
In the playground in my mind.
In a world that used to be
Close your eyes and follow me
Where the children laugh,
and the children play.
And we sing, a song, all day.
The night after Lisa returned from the hospital, once her and
Tommy had gone up to bed, their mom went up quietly to check
on her two children. What she saw stole her breath and she put
her hand over her mouth. Laying on the floor outside Lisa's door
was Tommy. Wrapped in a comforter and head on his pillow the
boy slept soundly, even a slight snore escaped him. The woman
managed to hold her tears back till she got to her bedroom. She
went right back up the stairs and brought her camera. She took
two pictures. The warmth in her heart gave her such joy. Those
images would be the most cherished photos she ever snapped.
EPILOG
TO THE LOLLIES OF EASTWICK
Lisa would struggle with depression and sadness for decades. Happiness
for her would be as illusive as a unicorn. Within days of her suicide attempt her mom would
put the house up for sale. Eastwick was no longer safe for either Lisa or Tommy.
Many boys wanted to get Tommy back for the beating he inflicted on them, but none
had the guts to try and go after him. They moved nearly a hundred miles away near
her dad. The family support was key to her recovery. Her parents put their
differences aside for the love of their child. Why can't more?
They found a highly recommended child psychologist who specialized in child
molestation. Once a month the entire family would sit in on a session, a lot of tears
fell during those meetings. Tommy tried as hard as he could to be a rock for the
sister he loved so dearly. The boy would make many sacrifices for her. He turned
down a full football scholarship at a prestigious university and attended a small local
college to be near her. For Tommy Lisa's present was always more important then
his future. Tommy walked a thin line with Lisa. He did not want to be seen as
medaling and thus push her away. Nor did he want her to ever doubt the
unconditional love he felt for her.
In school Lisa's grades were not what they had been. She shunned people of both
sexes. Mistrust for her was becoming a way of life. Betrayed by so many at such
a young age would take decades to overcome. Her smiles and laugher were few and
far between. In many ways Lisa's life peaked doing a music video at age nine.
Human interaction was so hard for her now. Confusion and self doubt crept
into everything she did. She never felt worthy of the good things that came into her
life. Like Greg, Tommy's best friend. The boy's crush on Lisa would never leave him.
Even with other girls his thoughts would often stray to Lisa. Even knowing
what she suffered through did not deter him, in many ways it endeared him to her.
In some ways he blamed himself for not being there sooner for her. Greg kept in touch with his friend
as best he could from 100 miles away. The slow drift of time and distance could not
hollow the bond. They had shared too much. Somehow we never find the same kind
of friendships we had as children. Perhaps the cynicism within us that grows with
age gets in the way. Once burned, twice cautious.
Lisa never tried to harm herself again, at least not in the physical sense. She did
not have to. The mental torment she subjected herself to was enough. There were
moments of self loathing so intense it would paralyze the girl. Make her think back
to that terrible night and wonder why she had been spared? Her self love was a thing
of the past. Understanding others love for her was nearly impossible because she did
not feel that way about herself. She did not feel worthy. The girl became isolated in
her teen years. To her isolated was better then abuse, or was it? Loneliness was a
poor companion. It kept her dwelling on the past rather then moving beyond it. Stuck
in this trap she existed, she did not have a zest for life anymore.
And always there was Tommy near by. Ready to leap into action for his baby
sister. Lisa did love him, she was sure of that. If she could only expand that love to
encompass herself. Lisa did not loose her beauty but often covered it up with baggy
clothes and a hat. Drawing attention to herself was not a good thing she decided. It
lead to too many situations that made her uncomfortable. She kept others at arms
length, safer that way. In college she became a party animal thinking that was a path
to acceptance. Drugs, booze but no sex. She would never be a part of the "hook up"
crowd. Although her demons were a decade old, they were not forgotten. She
wanted gentleness but a fear of intimacy somehow precluded that.
Well baby there you stand
With your little head down in your hands
Oh my god I can't believe its happening again
Your baby is gone and you’re all alone
And it looks like the end.
Back out on the street
And you’re trying to remember
You don't care much for a strangers touch
But you can't hold you're man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
Lisa went through a slew of boy friends (and a few girl friends). Many
pressed too hard for sex, not realizing how she had suffered already. Break ups became almost
routine for the girl. This did nothing for her often precarious emotional state. Still she
persisted or existed. Searching for something, she knew not what. What she sought
was simple, she was just trying to find herself. The girl became an expert at faking
normalcy. Often times she thought she was just killing time; till time killed her.
In college Greg re-entered both Lisa and Tommy's life. As usual she spurned his
advances. Greg could not help himself, he had always thought he would be good for
her. He got the message and pulled back trying to be content as her friend. Tommy
watched all this unfold and racked his brains to find a way to make her happy. Like
his mom had told him years ago, "Something’s are beyond your control."
A break through of sorts happened just after Lisa’s 30th birthday. Tommy who was
married now and with a bright young son had a summer picnic. Lisa looking forlorn
was little more then an observer. She watched the inter action and wondered why not
me? She teared up and went inside to collect herself. Tommy came in the house a
few minutes later to get more beer for the cooler. He found her in the living room with
a tissue in hand and looking sullen. He came up to her and kissed her on the temple.
Her sadness was self evident. "You OK?" He asked.
She sniffled, "Just the usual." Lisa faked a smile.
Tommy got choked up decided to offer some new advice for her. "Lisa I know
you’ve been unhappy for a very long time. I just want to say one thing, accept the
love. Love is too rare, you parked Greg in the no date pile 20 years ago. He'd
worship the ground you walk on if you gave him the chance. Accept the love, he'll
never hurt you and if he does I'll beat the crap out of him." They both chuckled. He
needed the laugh as much as she did. When it came to Lisa, Tommy's empathy was
as sharp as they come. Often her tears begat his tears.
Lisa pressed her lips together tightly. All of what her brother said was true. She
stood still and thought. Tommy not wanting to press his luck backed off. Lisa
turned and looked out the other window which overlooked the deck. She saw Greg
standing to one side, alone at the rail, looking off into the distance mountains. Would
she really be settling? Not wanting to invoke her stubborn side Tommy went to the
fridge and grabbed a 12 pack.
A few minutes after Tommy came outside so did Lisa. She came up unnoticed
behind Greg and stood next to him. She took his hand which surprised the hell out
of him. Lisa smiled, "How about we blow this party and get some coffee?" Again
she shocked him. Looking closer she saw a single tear in his eye. Lisa raised her
eyebrow.
"Just one of happiness." He told her. "Coffee would be great." Lisa had no
idea till that moment how easy it was for her to move his emotional meter. Maybe
she could accept the love.
A few minutes after Lisa and Greg left Tommy's wife Tory came over to him.
Tommy was at the grill and putting too much barbecue sauce on the ribs. "Did I
just see your sister and Greg leave together?" She asked.
Tommy nodded. "Wish I had it on video. I asked her to accept the love.
Thanks for that idea dear." He told her. "I want her to be happy so bad. I told her
if Greg hurts her I'd beat the crud out of him."
Tory smiled. "You won't have to do that. Lisa will just choke him out again."
Tommy laughed as took a sip of beer and sprayed the beer all over the grill. He had
totally forgotten about that.
They married a year later and Greg waited for the invite to her bed. His
patience was his best asset. He had waited 20 plus years, would one more be so
bad? The thrill of just holding hands was all he really needed. After the wedding
Lisa found her life was better. The aura of protection that had saved her from one
day of abuse returned. She laughed more, her smile that had been so absent
for two decades began to show with increasing regularity. In bed Greg went
slow and used gentleness to win her over. Always attentive, always
understanding. Those were small prices to pay for happiness he figured.
Their first coupling took place on the wedding night as Lisa had dreamt of as
a young girl. While it was not magical as she had hoped, none of the
mistreatment that she associated with sex was their. Greg was both mild and
tender which made it easier for her and magical for him. Lisa's depression
began to recede into her past making each day a little more pleasant. She found
a level of happiness she had not known since childhood.
They had three children together and as the kids grew the dark memories
inside her shrank into obscurity. Both Greg and her guarded their children
fiercely knowing of the horrors that could spring from anywhere at anytime. Lisa was
determined to never let her children suffer through the terrible events that had
robbed her of decades. She had learned that time was our most precious
commodity. A lesson lost on so many.
Thanks for reading, Lonewolf signing off.
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