The World of Fucknowswhat
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Author's note: Randalynn's story "Surprise!" had a big impact on me, big
enough for me to want to make my own in response: For those who wish to
read hers first, here is a link:
http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/node/1939
Doug:
Guess what?
I'm not dead, after all.
It was a near thing, apparently. But my parents and the twerp came home
before I had bled out in the tub, and I woke up in the hospital, instead
of heaven or whatever. Its taking me almost a week to convince the docs
to let me have a pen, and I'm really lucky I can use my hands after what
I did, according to the them too, so I'm sorry I've left you hanging. I
hope that you haven't been panicking about me for too long. I don't know
what's going to happen to me now, but I'll do my best to keep in touch.
Your bud,
Don.
******
Doug,
I'm in therapy. Not surprising, considering what happened, but a little
different than what I thought it would be. My only idea of what went on
at this kind of place came out of the movie "One flew over the cuckcoo's
nest." But its a lot better than that, trust me. The lady I'm seeing
seems to actually listen, and care, and God, how I've needed that the
last while. Maybe there's hope after all.
Your bud,
Don.
*****
Doug;
My stitches came out today. Well, most of em, anyway. I'm going to have
some wicked scars there for the rest of my life, but I can live with
that, you know?
One of the nurses suggested I get a tattoo or something if I wanted to
cover them up, once I get out of here. And now that seems to be something
that will happen soon. I don't know yet where I'll go, but thanks to what
the shrink has been doing with me, I feel a lot closer to being able to
face that, when it happens.
Your bud,
Don.
*****
Doug:
I guess I underestimated whether people would help me. I was supposed to
t get out of the hospital today, but I declined. I told them what my
parents did to me, drugging me, dressing me up like a big baby girl, and
leaving me on the lawn to be seen by the neighborhood.
I don't know if they believed me, but the rape I experienced last week
showed up during an exam they performed when they brought me in. I got
interviewed by a lady from the police about the rape, and another from
family services about what my parents did. They both seemed to take me
seriously, and between them and the shrink, I don't feel as hopeless and
alone as I did before.
I'll write again soon, I promise.
Your bud,
Don.
******
Doug:
The twerp came by today. He was dressed all girly, as usual, and his
girlfriend was with him. As soon as he came in, I said to him, "I want
you to listen to me, just once. I've had a lot of chances to think about
things, and I've had some help in seeing things differently, and I
realize now I owe you an apology. I'm sorry I called you names, and I'm
especially sorry I tripped you going down the stairs." I paused, and he
started to speak, but I cut him off. "I was stupid, and I was wrong, and
I'm sorry."
I took a deep breath, and then continued, "Now that's taken care of, you
can go away, since you really don't care about anything else. "
"I care." he said.
"I doubt that." I said, and turned away from him. The room got silent,
and finally, he said, "Don ...I..."
"Save it." I said, cutting him off. "You have no idea what I went
through. None. And you really dont want to know, either. It would spoil
your little fantasy where I'm the bad guy, and the bunch of you just gave
me my just deserts. Well, I didn't deserve to be raped."
"I know you didn't. We never planned for that to happen."
"Maybe not, but by putting me in that position, you put a target on my
back, and someone took the shot, so you're as much to blame as they are."
I turned back to him, and looked him in the eye. " Would you like me to
describe what they did to me? "
He turned white, and shook his head, and then I turned away from him
again, and said "So just go away, and don't come back."
After a while, i heard his footsteps go away, and I turned back to see
his girlfriend still there.
"You can get out too, before I call for security and have you escorted
out."
"Fine." she said, and walked away.
After they were gone, I told a nurse to not let them in again.
It felt kinda good to get that out of my system
Your bud,
Don
*****
Doug,
Mom and Dad split up. The nurse just brought a letter Dad dropped off. In
it he apologized for the whole mess, and said he was turning himself in
to the authorities. Apparently, the breaking point happened a couple of
days ago, when Mom and Dad were arguing about what to do about the
investigation into what happened to me.
Dad suggested telling the truth and taking their lumps, but Mom actually
suggested telling the child welfare people I liked to dress up as a big
baby all the time, and that they just indulged me, like they're doing
with the twerp and wearing girl clothes.
In the note, Dad said he finally saw her lack of compassion for what I've
been through, and he couldn't stand it. So I guess by now he's confessing
the truth right now. I find myself torn. On the one hand, I'm glad he
came around, but on the other, it almost feels too little, too late. One
more thing to discuss with the shrink tomorrow, I guess.
Your bud,
Don
*****
Doug,
They caught the bastards who raped me. The policewoman who took my
statement came to let me know. I guess they were bragging about what they
did while drunk and finally someone realized they were talking about the
rape of a human being, and called the cops.
Once they were in custody, a search of their place found all the stuff
they'd used on me. I guess they'd kept the stuff, in case they caught up
with me again. The policewoman said a conviction seemed like a slam
dunk. That would be cool.
Your bud,
Don
*****
Don,
They arrested Mom, and I'm actually conflicted about what to feel about
that. Part of me wants to say "Good, I hope they throw the book at the
bitch." But the other part remembers a Mom who raised me, and I want
that Mom back more than life. I find I miss her, and I even miss the
twerp. More work for the shrink, I guess.
Your bud,
Don
****
Doug,
Becky from school came by. She apologized for not coming sooner, but I
guess the docs have been careful who gets to see me. She asked me if I
had a place to go after I get released, and I said with Mom and Dad in
jail, I dont have anywhere to go. She said she would talk to her folks
about putting me up, if I wanted to come.
The shrink seems to think a short visit would be okay, to see if I could
feel safe there. I'm a little nervous, but it has to be better than
being alone. I think I'll give it a shot.
Your bud,
Don
******
Doug,
I just got back from Becky's parent's place. They seemed nice, and
they've been following the whole thing. In a town this small, two cases
like this are big news, so I'm not surprised. I am surprised how
sympathetic to me they seem. They showed me where I would stay, if I
wanted to come there. It's a nice little suite they had built for a
renter, so its got everything I'd need, and even a lock on the door if I
want privacy.
I'd only have to join the rest of them when I wanted, which would be a
good thing. I'm still a little skittish, so the ability to have a
sanctuary when I needed one is something I really need. But its a good
sign that they thought of this, it gives me some hope. If the doc says I
can, I'll try an overnight visit.
Your bud,
Don.
******
Doug,
I'm going to stay with Becky's folks. During my first overnight visit, i
woke to Becky pounding on my door, and when I let her in, she told me I
must have been having a nightmare. She said, I'd been shouting. She said
she hadn't realized how much what I'd been must have taken out of me, and
she made me come up to the family room for breakfast.
Her family made me breakfast, and for the first time in a long time, I
felt really safe. The shrink has signed off on me staying with them, and
its a good step forward, according to her. She says I need to be able to
trust people again, so a bond with Becky's folks is a very good sign. I
think I'm going to need all the support I can get, since I have two
trials to deal with soon.
Your bud,
Don.
*****
Doug,
Both trials are over, and I'm glad. First, my rapists were found guilty,
and thanks to being stupid enough not to plead it out, they got the
maximum sentence. My Mom and Dad both plead guilty, and while Mom will
get a short jail sentence, Dad's is suspended because he cooperated with
the authorities. Becky's folks wondered if I would go stay with Dad, but
I'm not ready for that yet. Besides, I like where I am. I feel safe, and
Becky has been wonderful.
Your bud,
Don.
*****
Doug,
I spent some time with Dad today. With the support of Becky's folks, I
called him to come over to their place, and we had a long talk. Thanks
to some of the work I've done with the shrink, I feel ready to forgive
him, and move on with my life. I'm glad we could make up, but I'm staying
with Becky's folks until I turn eighteen, if they'll have me.
Your bud,
Don.
******
Doug,
I went back to school today. Becky had been tutoring me, getting me back
on track. The shrink thought it might be a good idea for me to at least
try going to school, one more way to get me back into the real world, I
guess. It went better than I could have hoped. The trials had been big
news, and I guess the stuff that came out made people look at things a
little differently. Even the guys who had left baby clothes in my gym
locker apologized. I actually have friends again, and darn, it feels
good.
Your bud,
Don.
******
Doug,
I saw Mom today. I guess it finally hit her how stupid she'd behaved.
Plus, they found out she was suffering from high blood pressure, and it
was making her just about crazy. Not that's an excuse, but maybe she
really wasn't thinking straight, and that puts a different spin on
things. Maybe, I can forgive her. I find myself hoping I can.
Your bud,
Don.
*****
Doug,
I saw my ... sibling today. I still dont know if I understand what he's
doing, but he seems happy dressed as a girl, and he gets a lot less
trouble for it than I thought possible.
We both have reasons to be wary of each other, I guess, and we'll never
be buds again, but I think we buried the hatchet today. The shrink
thinks this is a good step.
Your bud,
Don.
*******
Doug,
Becky and I are officially dating. We'd been going out for a long time
before I realized we were going out, if that makes sense to you. I never
had a steady girlfriend before, and I'm enjoying it a lot, as you can
imagine. We have even made plans to go to Prom together.
Life is pretty good.
Your bud,
Don.
****
Doug,
Guess what?
Becky said yes, and we'll get married next year. I'm really hoping you
can swing the ability to come. Its hard to believe how fast things turned
around for me, really. It really wasn't all that long ago I thought I had
nothing. No friends, no family, no future. Now, the only reminder of
those bad days are the scars on my wrists. Just think, I could have
missed all of this if I had succeeded in killing myself that day.
I've talked to the shrink about maybe sharing my story sometime with
some of her patients, so maybe they can see life can get better, if you
hang around long enough. Be kinda nice to give back, you know?
Your bud,
Don
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