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CHAPTER TEN
I couldn't believe it. At first, when I regained consciousness and looked
at a clock, I thought I'd only 'slept' about 11 hours. 'Not a big deal,' I
thought. And then I found out that it had been more - in fact, I'd been
kept out for 60 full hours! I wasn't able to get an answer out of anyone
as to why they'd kept me 'out' that long. It really worried and upset me.
When I tried harder to get an answer, Roger suggested that I be given a
kumquat, to calm my nerves. I quickly decided that I really wanted to stay
in control of all my faculties that time, so I forced myself to calm down
and to try, for the time being, to forget about what had happened. It was
really difficult, but I was glad I'd done so.
The first thing I did was to go to my room and change out of the clothes
I'd been wearing, into my pair of normal girls' jeans, and a slightly
oversized sweatshirt - it turned out that Mom had washed them and the rest
of my dirty clothes for me while I'd been unconscious and locked away. But
that was something I felt thankful for. So, after changing, I went to find
her and thanked her. She responded with "You're welcome, Sweetie," and
held out her arms for a hug. I grit my teeth, not happy that she'd called
me 'Sweetie' but not wanting to make an issue of it at the moment. I moved
towards her and let her hug me, and hugged her back, too. She kissed me on
the cheek, and then turned her face for a kiss - so I kissed her on the
cheek, too.
A short while later I discovered an enormous amount of empty, used bottles
in our bottle recycling bin - wine bottles, beer bottles, and a few
bottles of other kinds of liquor. I realized they'd had a party while I
was 'out'. I was really shocked that they'd do something like that without
me. So I went back to Mom to ask her about it.
"Mom," I said, "did you have a party while I was sleeping?"
"MomMY," she corrected me. "Remember? You agreed to try calling me 'Mommy'
until we came back from Tom's house."
I was getting annoyed, but I tried to hide it. I calmly said, "I didn't
promise, and, honestly, I just don't feel like saying 'Mommy' right now."
She gave me a look, and said, "That's fine, that's your right. Nobody's
gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do. But, well, I also
don't really feel like telling you about what happened while you were
asleep right now. Maybe later."
"Please," I said. "I have a right to know."
"Do you?" she said. "I'm not quite sure that you do. It's really of no
concern to you. But anyway, you can try asking me again later, maybe I'll
feel like telling you then. For now, just run along and play."
"Mom!"
Then she called out, loudly, "Randy, can you take your sister away from
here?"
I was shocked, and said, "I'm going, I'm going," and was back in my room
before Randy showed up to take me.
I couldn't let the issue go, though. I kept thinking about it, and
imagining the horrific possibilities of what they might have done that
would have made them want to keep me away for it. So, after half an hour
or so, I left my room again. I thought that I'd try to ask Roger or Randy
to tell me what had happened, but they were sitting with Mom in the
kitchen.
I decided I'd swallow my pride just once more, and find out the
information I wanted to hear. So I said, "Mommy, could you please tell me
what happened while I was unconscious?"
She smiled. "That's what I like you to call me, Sweetie," she said. "It
sounds so nice coming from your mouth. But, unfortunately, there's not
much to tell. We were busy most of the time. Last night we just had a few
people over for drinks, people from work, and some of your brothers'
friends. It wasn't a big deal though."
"Why wasn't I invited?" I asked.
"You were sleeping," she said.
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't sleeping. You know that. I was unconscious
because you kept me that way. You could have woken me up very easily if
you'd wanted to."
"We didn't think you'd want to be there. It wasn't your kind of party. You
wouldn't have liked it," she said.
"I don't buy that," I said, trying harder and harder to keep my cool. "Of
course I would've rathered to be included, than forcibly kept unconscious
and out of sight!"
Mom said, "Don't get upset, honey. What's done is done. We didn't mean to
hurt you. If you need some help controlling your feelings you can have a
kumquat if you want."
I took a deep breath. "I'm not getting upset. I don't want a kumquat,
thanks. I just want to know the truth. It seems to me pretty obvious that
you knew that I would rather be included than not. It's not that you
thought I wouldn't want to be involved, it's that YOU didn't want ME
involved. And I want to know why."
"It was for your own good, believe me," Mom said.
"Please. Tell me. You owe it to me. And I need to know."
"You weren't supposed to find out," Randy offered. "We forgot about the
bottles."
"That doesn't make it any better, that makes it worse!" I said, fighting
back my emotions.
Mom looked at my brothers, and they looked back at her.
"OK, Ralph, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you. Everything. You want to
know? You can know. Maybe it will be a good thing for you to know. But
first you're going to have to do something that you might not like.
"Pick one of your brothers and go sit on his lap. This is not to humiliate
you, not to play games with you like before, it's just me being practical.
I want one of the boys to have their hands on you and to hold you down,
just in case you get too upset by what I'm about to tell you. And, I'm
also warning you, that if I tell you and you get too upset, I'm going to
give you a kumquat to calm you down whether you want it or not. I don't
have the energy to deal with you having a fit or a tantrum right now. So
those are the conditions. If you can't accept them, then I'm not telling
you any more than you already know."
I thought about what she said, and did my best to remain calm. Part of me
wanted the help of the kumquat, but I was determined to prove - to her and
to myself - that I was still an adult and could keep calm.
"So, which of your brothers do you want to hold you?" she asked me. "Or
would you rather just let this go?"
"Roger," I said. "I'll sit on Roger."
I sat on the edge of his knees, but he put his hands on my waist and
pulled me towards him so that I was leaning against his chest. He looped
an arm around my waist to hold me firmly. And then he ran his other hand
through my hair. I was about to tell him off for this behaviour, and to
remind him that his only 'job' was to hold me still so that I didn't have
a tantrum and hurt someone. But then he leaned forward a bit and put his
mouth next to my ear, and whispered, "Sorry about this. Sorry about this
all. I wanted to bring you to the party, but Mom insisted. Sorry."
He held me tightly, and finally Mom began to explain.
"We needed to have this party for a while, really. Well, I needed to. I
had to have some people from work over. And, with you around the way you
are - no offence - it never really seemed possible or appropriate. So once
we had you unconscious in that trunk, it just seemed like a good
opportunity. It wasn't planned, I didn't know that we'd do this when we
put you in the trunk, it was just an afterthought. But it seemed like a
good idea. And I was going to do it the very first night, but people
couldn't come the, so we had to postpone it. Which was why we left you in
the trunk. We knew you weren't in pain or at risk or anything, that you
were just safely tucked away, so we didn't think it would be so bad.
"It was an adults' party, you know, with adult food, adult drinks, adult
jokes... and, well, I know you're an adult inside, but to outsiders you
definitely look like a child. So if you'd been there, it would have really
changed the whole atmosphere. People wouldn't have felt as free to talk
and joke around. It would have changed the whole feeling.
"Plus, everyone would have expected me to send you to bed at a normal
child's bed-time, and you wouldn't have liked that. You would've felt bad
being sent away and left out.
"And also, it was a semi-formal evening. The men were all wearing suits.
The women wore nice dresses. Roger and Randy, and their friends, dressed
up for it, too. You don't have any formal wear, yet. And you're so nervous
and against having to wear a dress at the engagement party. You would have
really been out of place if you'd come to this party wearing jeans. And it
would've changed the whole atmosphere. If you could've come wearing a
fancy dress, maybe that would've been different. But I know you wouldn't
have wanted to do that.
"And Randy and Roger both had dates, and they spent lots of time alone
with them in their rooms. You would have been quite alone and lonely, or
you would've gotten... in the way.
"Look, I bet this is all very upsetting to hear. I don't blame you. I
don't think we were wrong for what we did, and still, I think you're
justified in feeling upset. But I hope you'll get over it, because, if you
look at it from an outsider's point of view, I think it's clear that what
we did was OK.
"And now that we did it, we're not going to need to do something like this
again for a long while. So that's something less to worry about."
I listened. I took in all this information. I was feeling very upset and
hurt, and knowing that she was at least partially right in her analysis -
made me feel even worse. I had become a liability. I was hard to have
around. I complicated matters for them all.
"Are you OK with knowing all this?" Mom asked. "It's OK if you need some
time to digest it. I'm sorry if you're hurt."
I took a deep breath. I was fighting back the urge to yell at them and
tell them off with horrible explicit swear-words. And I was fighting back
the urge to cry.
"Well?" she asked.
Roger put his hand on my knee and gently squeezed, to give me some
comfort.
"Where was I?" I asked quietly and coldly. She didn't understand the
question. "Where was I during this party?"
"You know the answer to that," she said. "Locked in the trunk. Locked with
five very secure padlocks. And not even your brothers knew where the keys
were - I kept them hidden very well."
"But where was the trunk?" I asked again - that was what I really wanted
to know.
"Oh. We put it in the garage, under the tool bench, between the old
suitcases. And the doors of the garage were locked, too."
So I'd been stored away like an old piece of furniture, tucked away, not
even in the house.
"Where did you hide the keys?" I asked.
"I'm not going to tell you that. I don't want you or your brothers to
know. I'm sure having that hiding place will come in handy again one day."
I was silent. I was digesting everything I'd been told. I found it all
very shocking and disturbing, and I was particularly upset because I
realized that she was right. I remained silent, but I started to shake a
bit.
Roger held me tighter. "Are you OK?" Randy asked, noticing my shaking.
"I... I... I think I'd like a kumquat," I said, embarrassed. "Maybe just
half."
Mom smiled and nodded her head. "I think that's a good decision," she
said. "This can't be easy to hear. But give her a whole one, not a half.
She deserves it. She can handle it."
Randy went to the fridge to get the kumquat. Of course, the minute it was
out of its container I could smell it, and for those few seconds I could
think of nothing but how much I needed to eat that thing. I was shaking
and struggling a bit in Roger's grip. Ralph washed the kumquat before
giving it to me - a nice gesture, but totally unnecessary. I closed my
eyes as it went down my throat, quickly feeling it take effect. I felt
like a ton of bricks had been lifted from my shoulders. My body relaxed in
Roger's arms. "Good girl," Mom said.
"Maybe now would be a good time to go do the dress shopping," Mom
suggested. "Either I or Roger could take you. Or we could all go?"
I shook my head, calmly. "I think I just need some time alone now," I
said. "I'd like to go to my room, please."
"Should I take you to your room, then?" Roger asked.
"Yes, thanks," I said. I could have walked on my own, but I didn't feel
like doing so, when I'd been given the option of being carried. Roger
stood up, holding me in his arms.
"Bring her here before you go," Mom said. She took me onto her lap and put
her arms around me, hugging me. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "No
matter if you're Ralph or Jasmine, a boy or a girl, an adult or a child -
it doesn't matter to me. You'll always be my kid. And I'll always love
you. No matter what."
I actually felt touched - probably largely due to the kumquat. I kissed
her on the cheek and thanked her. Then Roger lifted me out of her lap and
carried me to my room. He put me down on my bed and was about to leave.
"You think she's right, don't you?" I said to him before he left.
"What do you mean?"
"That she was right to keep me asleep and have her party? I'm trouble now,
a nuisance, the way I've become."
He sat down beside me and put his arm around me. "Not trouble, not a
nuisance. Just something to get used to. Something to learn to deal with.
True, keeping you in that trunk solved a few problems. But there probably
were many other ways that we could have done that if we had the time to
think about it and come up with a better plan. But just as you're getting
used to your new situation, so are we. It'll take time, but we'll get it.
We all love you and care about you. And we all missed you while you were
away for so long. So don't worry."
He got up to leave my room, but before he did, he said, "Something you
might want to think about. And I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong,
or that you should do anything differently, or that I would do anything
differently if I were in your shoes. It's not judgement, just a fact. The
problem, no, that's not the right word. It's not a problem. The challenge,
I mean, is not in what you've become but in the way that you're dealing
with. I mean, it's not the fact that you look like a young girl. It's that
you have a hard time acting and being treated like a young girl. that's
where the challenge is. And I'm sure that's just a question of time, so I
wouldn't worry about it too much."
Mom checked in on me two hours later. The kumquat had just worn off, and I
was sitting there contemplating what had happened, and contemplating what
Roger had said to me. And I was going back and forth between being calm,
being upset, and crying. Fortunately, when Mom came in, I was rather calm.
She asked if I was OK. I told her I was. She asked if she could give me a
hug, and I let her. The hug felt nice, but I had to fight back tears. She
said that it was going to be getting dark soon, and that if I wanted, I
could have a carrot. But, she said, I'd had a lot to think about and get
used to, and she suggested that I take advantage of my 'talent' and sleep
through the night when it got dark. She asked that if I didn't have
feelings either way, that I consider that a request from her, trust her
judgement, and do it.
I shrugged. Perhaps a good sleep would do me good. There wasn't really
anything else I felt like I wanted to do that night. I told her OK, maybe.
She told me that according to the newspaper, sunset was an hour away. She
suggested opening all the curtains and shutting the lights, getting ready
for bed and lying in bed with a book or the TV on, and letting nature take
its course when the sun set. I said "OK".
I got up when she left the room. I wasn't high anymore, and I wasn't
overly upset, but I was feeling quite emotionally exhausted. I welcomed
the thought of sleep - good, natural sleep. I changed out of my clothes
and into a pair of young boys' pyjamas with stupid soccer balls printed
all over them. I didn't like the soccer balls, but didn't feel like
looking at all girly at the moment. Looking in the mirror, I laughed. With
my long, blond hair, and my unmissable body shape, I looked like a cute,
adorable little girl no matter what.
I sat on my bed and tried to read some magazines before the sun set, but
found the magazines boring, and couldn't read them. I thought about going
to see where Mom was, but she had the same idea. She came into my room,
saying that she thought she'd come check on me and say goodnight.
"Let me tuck you in, like I used to do when you were little," she said,
pulling back the top sheet of my bed. I shrugged. I was happy that she was
there with me. So I lay down on the bed, and let her pull the covers over
me and tuck me in. She kissed me on the forehead and said "Goodnight", and
got up to leave.
"Wait," I said. "You don't have to leave yet."
"OK," she said, and sat down on the bed beside me. She put a hand on my
leg, and rubbed it a bit, smiling down at me, brushing a hair out of my
face. I felt warm and cozy and taken-care of. It was a very pleasant and
soothing sensation.
"Can I read you a story?" she asked. "I'd enjoy that, I haven't had a
little child in my care in so long. Don't worry, I don't have to tell your
brothers that I did it, it can be our secret."
The idea sounded silly, but I wanted her to stay, and it sounded kind of
nice in a way. So I said, "OK, Mommy." She smiled when I said that, and
leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "But please don't tell," I added.
"Wait here a second," she said, leaving the room. She came back a few
moments later and said, "I found it. The perfect story. You really liked
this story when you were little." She started to read The Witches by Roald
Dahl. I was taken aback by the fact that she was reading a children's book
to me - especially when she read that the main character was only seven
years old! But I was enjoying the attention, and enjoying the sound of her
voice, and I found that unlike the adult books and magazines that I'd
failed to get into lately, I could really follow this story. So I didn't
say anything and let her read it to me.
Pretty soon, I noticed that it was starting to get dark, and I was
starting to yawn. I didn't want to fall asleep yet, I wanted to hear more
of the book. I COULD have reached over and turned on my bedside lamp, but
I asked her instead. "Mommy, could you turn the light on so I don't fall
asleep? I'd like to continue listening to the story."
She looked at me with a smile. "It's getting late," she said. "But OK,
I'll let you stay awake a little longer." And she clicked on the light.
"But just until the end of this chapter - then you need to go to sleep.
Don't worry, we can read more tomorrow. We can't read the whole book in
one sitting anyway."
When she finished the chapter, she closed the book, and put her hands on
my little shoulders.
"About what I told you before," she said. "I didn't plan things out well.
I don't think it was wrong what I did to you, but it wasn't really the
best way to handle it either. I promise I'll try my best not to do
something like that again. Next time I feel that I need to do something
like that party without you around, I'll talk to you about it honestly,
and let you think of alternatives. I think I can trust you to think about
the situation rationally, and that if you don't think of workable
alternatives, you'll agree willingly to be put to sleep for a short while.
OK? So, no more secrets, and no more tricking you. OK?"
I liked what I heard, and said, "Yes, Mommy."
"And next time your situation makes things... challenging for me, I'll
just discuss it with you honestly. And you'll do your best to help me find
a good solution. OK?"
"Yes, Mommy," I said.
She stroked my face with her hand.
"Do you mind if I call you a girl, a little girl even, just this once,
when nobody else can hear? I promise I won't tell anyone that you let me."
"OK, Mommy," I said, a little nervously.
She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "You're a good little
girl," she said. "A really good, adorable, pretty, cute, and obedient
little girl. I love you so much, Jasmine, and I'm really glad you're in my
life. You know, I always secretly wished I'd have a daughter. So, even
though I never would have asked for this, after it's happened, I'm glad
that you've become this." She kissed me again. "So, have sweet dreams, my
beautiful little girl. Sleep tight." She kissed and caressed me a little
more, and then switched off the light.
"Wait," I said nervously. I didn't want to sleep yet - not that there was
anything else I really had to do, I just suddenly became nervous about
being forced to sleep like that. I quickly reached towards the lamp.
But Mom grabbed my wrists and brought my arms back to the bed before I
could do that. "No," she said. "Now you're going to sleep. Tomorrow we'll
have more fun together. I love you, sweet little Jasmine. Good night." As
my last ounce of alertness left me, I felt her giving a light kiss to my
lips.
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