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SKIN DEEP - Urban Legend - Chapter Twelve:
Epilogue
by
Mark McDonald
The day Michelle went to the bar to hear the band was the last day of
the auditions. The band had hit rock bottom. They had spent two weeks
looking for a replacement for Mike and it was a complete wash. The
night before the last day Marcus had set that the band could use the
bar for the tryout period, the guys had decided that there was no way
they would ever find a perfect replacement for Mike. Instead, they
would need to find the best candidate and groom him to the style of the
band, much the same way Mike had groomed them when he started the band.
After the last candidate had left, the mood was pretty low. They would
have to choose someone, but it would be a long time before they
performed in public again-or made any money, or cut another record.
Michelle was at a table furthest from the stage. As the band packed up
she stood, shaking as though she had never stood on stage before, and
walked up to the front of the stage. Nathan was slipping his guitar in
to his case as she walked up and placed one sculptured, hosed leg on
the stage while making sure she was able to hide her panties from sight
under her tight leather skirt. Her head was lowered, looking at her
foot on the stage as she waited until she could hear no sound and all
eyes were on her. She raised her head slowly with a shy smile and said
to Nathan, "I hear you're looking for a singer."
The "gulp" from the twenty-two year-old Nathan was audible. Carl, back
at the drums even heard it. Laughing he declared, "Finally got that
sandwich down Nate?"
"We don't do girls songs," he appeared to be ashamed at the statement.
"You do vintage stuff, right?" the goddess at the foot of the stage
asked him.
Nathan would have said yes to anything at that point-if the girl had
asked, "Can I pull out your eyes and use them as cocktail onions?" he
would have squeaked, "Sure!" -- so he answered her question correctly
purely by chance. "Yeah."
"You know 'Torn'?"
"Yeah."
She walked around the side and up on the stage. "Can you play it then?"
"Yeah."
"I like you." She couldn't help herself. "You're cute."
Nathan got out his acoustic guitar and strummed the first cord.
I thought I saw a man brought to life.
He was warm,
He came around like he was dignified,
He showed me what it was to cry.
Well you couldn't be that man I adored,
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for,
But I don't know him anymore.
There's nothing where he used to lie.
My conversation has run dry.
That's what's going on,
Nothing's fine, I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith,
This is how I feel.
The look from the guys was one of astonishment. When she was done and
the song was over, she put the mike back in it's holder on the stand,
walked back down the stairs and took a seat at a table near the stage.
Carl at the drums stood up. "I believe there is a decision to be made
here."
Nathan looked at him surprised. "Decision? You've got to be kidding me
right?"
"No," Carl responded soberly. "This young lady needs to decide if she
wants this humble band of musicians to back her up." She could not hide
the smile on her face.
She arranged the night at the club and Gary was knocked out. Later that
night the two of them loved as no other lovers had ever loved before.
She had come home to him at last. Gary finally drifted off to sleep
with Michelle in his arms. She was warm, and for the first time since
March she felt as if she was right where she was supposed to be.
Thoughts raced about in her head. She couldn't continue with the band,
could she? The restaurant needed her. She loved her job there and the
people and working with Gary. It's where she was proposed to after all.
She looked around the master bedroom, her eyes adjusted to the
moonlight spilling in the windows. No the band would have be told that
she couldn't continue.
She thought about turning on a light to read until she got tired. How
could Gary sleep? She was so excited ... and who is that sitting in
that chair in the corner?
Well she would tell the band in the morning that....
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes drifted back to her
dressing chair, slowly, afraid to look. There was the clear shape of a
human head rising from that chair. There was someone in the room with
them.
Oh God. She could not remember feeling terror like this before.
Then she realized there were two heads, one standing one sitting. She
whimpered Gary's name but he didn't respond. All she could think of was
the memory of how Rodney had so easily subdued her.
"Gary!" She nudged him under the blankets. "GARY!"
"Michelle?" Came from one of the heads.
"Erin?" She leapt from the bed and crossed the large room in three
steps. Then she flung herself into her sister's arms and wept. "I
thought you were gone! I thought I was going crazy! Where have you
been?"
"Shush! I've been right here with you the whole time," Erin said,
comforting her.
"Gary! Oh Erin, he'll want to see..." She turned to wake him but Erin
stopped her.
"I can't cross to your place in the world little sister. See?"
She looked were Erin was pointing and she saw two figures in the bed.
Walking over to the bed, she saw that she was asleep in Gary's arms.
Wow, that's what I look like when I sleep? Cool! Then confusion set in.
"But I can hold you Erin." She turned back and saw the second figure in
the shadows by the dresser. "Who's that?"
The figure stepped out and it was her father.
"Dad?" she asked and the man next to his older daughter smiled.
"Hello Michelle."
"But what are you.... " Her face fell apart, "Oh Daddy ... No ...
Please...."
He went to his younger daughter and held her. Michelle wrapped her arms
around the thick body of the man she had admired all her life and
cried.
"It's ok. Don't cry ... I got to come and see you. Don't cry, please."
"But I can't come see you again now. I wanted to tell you so much ... I
didn't want to hurt you Daddy. I was afraid of what you would think,
what you would say." Her face was buried in his broad chest and she
clung tight to him. "Please tell me you're not dead."
He didn't answer his daughter. "Your mother will need you," he said
instead. "You're all she has left. She loves you, you know that don't
you?" He stroked her hair. "Hey," he pulled her away and she fought to
hold on at first but at last she relented, "I understand I'm going to
be a grandfather," he said smiling down at her. She laughed but the
sound was thick with grief and she could feel ropes of spit in her
mouth. "I'll always be here Michelle. I'll always be watching you,
loving my daughter. Both of my daughters."
She clutched him again. "Thank you."
"This will be my last visit to you baby sister." It was Erin. "I have
finished my work for you and Gary and now you must carry on with this
life that has been given to you by God."
Her attention distracted, Michelle went to Erin. "I can't do this
without you, Erin. I still don't know how to be a girl -- a woman. You
can't dump me into this life and abandon me. You said you'd always be
there." She couldn't just bale out with her Dad. This was not fair.
"You know as much as I know. We are who we are." Erin took her sister's
shoulders and turned her to the mirror. "You are this person and you
know how to be this person. It doesn't come down to knowing how to be
male or female, just how to be a person -- a good person -- and you
have always been that. You keep doing that and you and Gary will be
just fine."
A good person, she thought.
The sobs were coming in great heaving gasps of breath but she forced
them to a shuddering conclusion before starting over. Michelle went to
her sister and held her tight. Gary woke to the sound of crying. He
rolled over and found his fianc? weeping in her sleep. "Michelle?
Baby?" he tried to shake her gently awake. She suddenly said, "Daddy?"
He took her shoulders and rubbed them gently, then lightly wiped a hand
across her eyes to clear her hair from her face. "Michelle, wake up."
She came around, saw where she was and broke down again. "Oh Gary ...
my dad is dead!"
She didn't tell her mother who she was, at least not at the funeral.
Gary attended with Michelle and the two of them helped Rose in the days
that followed as best they could. But in time, the distance between
them increased and her fear of her mother's reaction intensified to the
point that she lost her nerve. By the time she told her mother, she had
much bigger problems at hand.
Eight months after Christmas of that first year, their first child was
born. A girl. The two of them decided to name the child Erin (for
obvious reasons.) Coincidentally, by the age of two, the child was
showing an aptitude for music rarely seen in children of her age and
had begun taking piano lessons.
In the years to come, they were all busy and content. They had two more
children. Gary wanted to name their son Mike but Michelle wouldn't hear
of it. Her contention was that the Mike part of her life was over and
she wanted nothing more to do with it. In the end, they both settled on
William for him. Their third and last child came just before their
sixteenth wedding anniversary. They named her Shelly.
Life was as good as it gets for most people. As a small boy, she had
wondered and dreamed of a day when he would play baseball with his son
or explain the birds and the bees to him, and it made her sad on
certain days to think that perhaps that particular dream was now gone
forever. Thus, occasionally Michelle queried Gary about what it was
like to be a father. She really wanted to understand first hand, but
she was always careful not to let it show. Besides, she was blissfully
happy to have her children and to be their mother.
You would not have known that this was the mother of a 19-year-old girl
and a 17-year-old son. She looked no different that that day on March
fourth, 2081. In fact it was a subject of great concern to her and she
had even started to use make up to age herself so it didn't look like
Gary, who was nearly forty, was hanging out with some young nineteen
year old.
Other than that, everything was flowing along smoothly until the day
that Michelle found a strange young teenage girl of about 16-years-old
crouching in the closet of her son's bedroom.
A small, "Eek!" of surprise escaped her throat as she opened the closet
to put up some of her son's clothes and saw the wide eye, frightened
girl covered up with a pile of laundry in the corner of closet. The
girl hunkered down into the pile even more.
"Oh my, you scared me!" Michelle said not sure what else to make of
this. The small face framed in long blond hair and Levi's jeans seemed
absolutely wild with fear.
"Are you alright? Here let me help you up." She reached out with her
hand expecting the girl to reach up and take it. Instead, the girl
whined and tried to bury herself deeper into the pile.
"Come on now, this isn't the place to play hide and seek, dear. I won't
hurt you, but I have to get this mess cleaned up, so give me your
hand," Michelle insisted.
The girl shook her head, 'No,' in a short, curt little motion and this
angered Michelle. She didn't recognize the girl but figured that she
must be either one of Erin's friends or perhaps William's. Perhaps
someone new had moved in on one of the neighboring streets, but new
neighbor or not, this young lady didn't have any manners and Michelle
was running out patience.
She reached down into the pile feeling around for the child's arm, but
the girl, sensing what was about to happen, squirmed and struggled to
avoid capture, whining as she did. Michelle's hand found the girl's
shoulder and was concerned when she realized it was bare. She stopped
and looked with worry at the child who was on the edge of hysterics
now.
Michelle finally latched onto the forearm of the child and hoisted her
up and out of the pile of clothes.
The girl was completely nude. Michelle was so surprised by this she put
her hand over her mouth, exclaimed, "Oh!" and fell backwards on her
butt.
The girl stood trying to cover herself but in a way that seemed odd in
someway to Michelle and at the same time eerily familiar. She stood
cupping her crotch with both hand, arms extended straight down at her
sides in a V shape until they met at a junction between her legs,
leaving her beasts exposed.
"What happened to you? Where are your clothes?" she asked. There was no
response from the child, just a whimper.
An idea occurred to her. Michelle, feared that perhaps her son had
gotten sexually aggressive with the girl and then panicked and ran.
What else could have happened? She didn't even know that her son was
capable of something like that, but this, Oh God, this was bad, very
bad.
She spoke softly to the child, trying not to scare her any more than
she already was. "Where's William dear? Do you know William? "
A puzzled look came over the child's face. Perhaps, Michelle thought,
she's just lost and disoriented. Maybe she just wandered in here. But
in her mind, she knew what the chances of this girl just wondering in
off the street were.
Oh please God, let that be that. Don't let my Bill be responsible for
this, please. I don't think I could take that.
Michelle looked around the room for the clothes the girl must have had
on at one point in the day but there was no sign of them. OK, Plan B,
she thought.
"Come dear, we have to get you dressed." She took the girl out of
William's room and into the guest bedroom across the hall where they
had stored some of Erin's old clothes. Michelle wrapped a blanket from
the bed around the young shivering girl and slowly began to unpack some
things she felt might fit the girl.
She dreaded the questions she was going to have to ask the girl but she
was afraid not to as well. If William had done this, well ... he
couldn't be allowed to think that any part of rape or assault was
acceptable. As she considered how to question the girl, she laid the
clothing on the bed beside the girl, not noticing the wide-eyed look of
fear and loathing on the girl's face as each piece hit the bed.
When she did notice she tried to sound reassuring. "You must be very
scared-but getting dressed will help calm you down. I'll leave the room
until you're done and then we need to talk. I need to know who your
parents are, dear. We'll have to call them." At first, Michelle thought
the girl was in such a profound state of shock that she wouldn't be
able to speak. Then, suddenly there was a torrent of words.
"I ... I ... I can't wear that stuff. Those are Erin's clothes. I can't
put that stuff on. Please don't make me. I don't want to look like a
... a ... I'm sorry I did it, but don't make me wear that stuff,"
pleaded the girl.
"She knows who Erin is" Michelle said softly through a sigh. In her
mind she said, Well, so much for wandering in off the street. William
was probably responsible after all...and her heart sank. She was now
fighting to suppress tears as much for this little girl as for her son
who was probably looking at some time in the juvenile detention system
and that was the best scenario she could come up.
"They're not that old, but I think it's best if we just get you
dressed. You can change into something more suitable when your parents
come to pick you up," Michelle finished and picked up a pair of panties
and handed them to the girl.
With revulsion in her eyes, she reached out and plucked the garment
from Michelle's hand and held it out in front of her, pinching it
between her thumb and forefinger as though it were dirty and might
spread some strange disease to her.
Something about this was very familiar. Michelle cocked her head
sideways in curiosity.
"You're not really gonna make me wear girl's underwear are you Mom?"
the girl asked pleadingly up at Michelle in a sweet small voice.
"I'm sure you're upset but ..." It hit her like a ton of bricks. She
called me Mom!
"I didn't mean to do it Mom. She said it was like going to a costume
party, but it's stuck. I can't get it off. I came home as fast as I
could." The child on the bed began to cry in hysterically, "Oh Mom, I'm
a girl. A GIRL!"
"What's ... your ... name?" she asked slowly, cautiously, looking deep
in to the child's deep blue eyes, the whites of which were now bright
red. But she knew the answer to that even before she had asked it. She
understood what was so strange about the way the girl had been trying
to hide her nakedness. It was the way a boy would try to hide his
penis.
"It's me, Mom. Billy." the girl said shyly and then lowered her head in
shame.
"Jesus wept!" she cried as she slid to the floor.
"Oh great. Now I've killed my mom," she heard the beautiful young girl
say just before she passed out.
Fin?
Copyright 2001 by Mark McDonald
All rights reserved.
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