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Off to spoil April and my siblings.
After we drove for a few miles, Paula sighed. She was off somewhere in her head since we left Ellen and Jake’s farm.
“I’m not sure if I recovered more memories before we went to the farm or during the time you dealt with those boys last night and their fathers today,” Paula said softly. “I didn’t have a clear view last night, but today it wasn’t hard to see how your body moved at the precise second needed to get you out of the way of the shot. No one had a view from behind the man shooting to determine, analytically, that the man’s aim hadn’t been a few inches to the side of Ellen’s head. I know your shield deflected the bullet, but no one was closely watching Ellen for them to debate the exact location of her head at the time of the shot. It would be trivial for me to suggest that it is more likely for her to have had her face looking out the center pane of glass, which is the one which the bullet impacted versus the side pane. Should his lawyer state that was not the case, I can easily counter by staying that anyone observing a rifle aimed in their direction will move toward cover away from the perceived bullet path, as you are seen doing in the video. Fearing for your life last night triggered many memories from the extensive testing performed upon you to evaluate the limitations of your shielding abilities. I can still feel I am missing a lot of things I should remember, but it is significantly less than when I requested you to aid me in unlocking them.”
While we drove, Paula looked up mind-stimulating toys for twenty-four-month old toddlers. My brother and sister were still trying to get how to use the potty, so she also found them some high-end potty seats. These only let the associated toy turn on when they were using the training potty. It had sounds, lights, and touch things to keep them interested so they would sit on the potty until things happened or they had been on there long enough. She came up with a wide array of toys and outfits for the three kids.
“I know that April came from my body and that your sperm fertilized my egg to create April and her sisters, but I know she won’t ever be my daughter. None of the other eight girls will know about me like April. We both accept that she is your daughter, but your parents are hers. I’m grateful for everything you did to bring me back to life. While she won’t be my little girl, I can still spoil her. You probably want to let your parents know that she is mine unless they don’t want to know about me being her mother,” Paula said.
I put my hand on her leg to say, “I have to protect them from learning things like that so they won’t become targets. I don’t like it, but they know a lot changed inside me after being hit by lightning. Your dad has spoken with them many times, and they understand a lot it best not to know what we haven’t chosen to tell them. They are still reeling from my inheriting Darren’s wealth, including those who came to my home to pay their annual contribution in diamond, gemstones, gold, and properties. I’m a trillionaire, maybe even twice over, and then some. That is more than enough for them to digest for a while. I doubt they could handle finding out that I made April and her sisters to harvest embryonic stem cells to rebuild your body one cell at a time. Even if they could believe it, knowing that we downloaded you back into your brain from scans made by the man-in-the-machine and what the triplets could pull from what remained of your brain tissue would be too much for them. How could they not talk about that being a possibility and thus put us on the radar of people we don’t want to meet?”
“Yeah,” Paula said sadly.
We spent way too much money on the babies, but they were going to have every type of toy, and the boxes they came in, to enjoy. Paula was the one who suggested we get triplet outfits for them. It would keep up the illusion that they were triplets.
“So how does it feel to have your daughter be your sister?” Paula asked with a genuine laugh.
Not that isn’t something I thought about when the adoption became final.
We bantered back and forth over it as we went to get dinner for my parents and us. It took us seven trips to get the gifts up to my room without the toddler’s seeing them. Mom was happy to find dinner staying warm in the oven. Both of my parents were happy with the things we bought the toddlers.
After dinner, Paula suggested that I look into getting a therapy dog for Molly. While Molly had been managing her mental needs with natural remedies, there were times where Molly was off somewhere in her head and not paying attention to anything around her. One good example was when she swam for hours on end. Usually, Molly stopped on her own, but her mom did say that sometimes they have to do something to break her focus so that Molly would stop before getting past the point of exhaustion. Her family didn’t have the money to afford a therapy dog before she created her app. With Molly now on top of what she needed to regulate her various conditions, nobody thought about it anymore. As we drove, Paula called someone that trained German Shepherds to work with people having severe Autism like Molly. After asking me a few questions, she had a therapy dog lined up for Molly that would arrive on Christmas morning. Paula did work with Molly’s mom on it because they needed pictures of Molly and things with her scent on them for the trainer to acclimate the dog to Molly.
“What do you want for Christmas, Paula,” I asked her.
She smiled, hugged me hard, and said, “I don’t think you can top bring me back from the dead, David. You being my friend after everything that happened when we were little kids, that is the best gift I could ever want. If that wasn’t already enough, knowing that you fulfilled my greatest wish of you fathering children inside me. My dad and I talked for a bit last night when you were sleeping. I would have made the same decision regarding the girls. I still had a long way to go to get back to being close to who I was, and I am going to schedule counseling with the doctors who know about people like dad and you. I spent my childhood buried in books and computers instead of dealing with a myriad of issues. As I remember the reasons why I escaped from the world in those ways, I see I must be an adult and work through them. Knowing that you are always there for me when I need you means so much more to me that I can put into words, and you know I have an extensive vocabulary.”
After dinner, Paula was ready to head home. She still had more to remember, so Molly said that she already wrote an app that had the words the triplets gave me when I linked to them. I didn’t remember sending them to her, but I also didn’t ask how she got them.
I’m sure I don’t want to know.
I helped Paula get ready for bed, including sliding her favorite rubber dick inside her velvet water heater before I started the app on her phone. As her phone spoke the long words, she began moaning. After the four words finished, she began to have a long series of quick climaxes before dropping limply back on to the bed and falling asleep.
“Steve, Molly got the sequences from the triplets that will unlock chains of memories in a way that doesn’t overload her brain. Each batch of memories causes her to have a long series of intense orgasms to ensure she can’t fight sleeping to let her mind to ensure the memories will remain. I’m not sure how it even happened, but April is still in charge, on some level, as to what Paula unlock, even with the words on the app,” I explained. “I want to warn you that Paula remembers the accident until the point where Paula lost consciousness. She also knows about the girls and agrees with the decisions made to put them with families who will give them everything they need to reach their full potentials. As far as I can tell, Paula is returning to Paula from before the accident. I have no idea how long it will take to unlock everything, but she won’t be able to do more than one set of words at a time. I suggest you take her phone away from her when she is recovering to force her to shower and eat.”
He smiled and said, “Good idea.”
I headed back home to sleep in my bed for a change. I expected to find Annie, Crystal, Trudy, or even Chrissy waiting when I got home. I parked in front of the garage door with the Maserati and headed inside. Right before the front door, I saw a small figure curled up in a dark area under a bush. They were shivering.
“Hey. I don’t know who you are, but why don’t you come inside to warm up and get some dry clothes?” I asked them.
“I’m scared,” a girl’s voice said.
I sat down next to her and said, “You wouldn’t have come to my house, given all the others on my street with warm, dry places to hide, if you didn’t think it was the safest place you could find right now. I’m David, what is your name?”
“I can’t say outside. It isn’t safe. People could hear me,” she said as she started to shake in absolute terror.
She let me carry her inside and put her down on the couch. I couldn’t see her face.
Mom came into the den, saw the girl, and asked, “Who is that David.”
“I have no idea. I found this girl hidden back under the bushes shivering as I started into the house. I brought her in so at least she could warm up. Something is scaring her enough not to tell me her name when we were outside,” I explained.
In a small voice, she asked if she could use the bathroom.
“It is the door on the right beside the stairs,” I told her.
The girl stood up, pulled a cane from the pocket on her jacket, unfolded it, and started to find her way around the room.
She found the coffee table but was about to run right into the indoor swing for the toddlers, so I told her, “You need to use a higher arc when searching and remember to hold out your hand. There is a swing in your path that is a foot off the floor.”
I knew better than to lead her to the bathroom, given how nervous and scared she was right now. When she found the wall, she headed to the right only to run into the Christmas Tree. Turning back the other way, the girl slid the backside of her hand along the wall as she used her cane, alternating a normal sweeping motion and arcs until she came to the door. Instead of stopping, she continued until she found the stairs before turning back to the door.
“Be careful about the toilet,” I cautioned. “We had a lower height one installed for the toddlers to use. Toilet paper is attached to the cabinet, and you will find baby wipes on the corner of the counter above the toilet. Hand towels are to the right of the sink, soap in a dispenser beside the faucet. If you need anything, call out, and my mom will come to help you.”
“Ok. Thank you very much,” the girl said softly.
“It seems that you remember your time spent learning how to survive, when they blinded you during one of the procedures they did to try and fix your eyes,” dad told me.
Mom waited with me for the girl to do her business. After fifteen minutes without a peep, mom knocked on the door to ask if the girl was ok. She was, and she wasn’t. Mom stuck her head in to see what was the matter.
“David, I need a pair of the size of twelve black panties and pajamas. Bring a robe as well,” mom told me. “Oh, start bathwater in the guest bathroom.”
Mom knows how to handle an accident of that nature.
I put panties and PJs on the counter in the guest bathroom when I started the bathwater. Back downstairs, I knocked on the door, and mom took the robe from me.
Soon mom handed me dirty panties, pants, socks, shoes, two shirts, and a jacket. Without the hood up, I could see the girl’s hair was nasty. I put the clothes beside the stairs to offer the girl my arm to help her up the stairs. Mom came up behind us to take the girl into the guestroom.
I felt scuzzy going through the girl’s clothes to get everything out before putting them in the wash. When I had the pile of stuff out, I found a smashed cell phone and different denominations of bills, each in a separate pocket. I didn’t find any ID in any of her things, but there were some papers in Braille. When I read over them, I found out that she was my darling little angel Casey from the clinic. Her last name is Allister. When the clinic stopped getting payments from her family and couldn’t contact any of them, they discharged her. Someone claiming to be her uncle picked her up. I found another partial piece of paper that had most of my address on it in Braille. My voice and body have changed a lot since I was at the clinic with her.
I saw my mom heading back into the guestroom and stopped her to say, “Her name is Casey Allister. I know her. She was at the clinic at the same time as me. I’m only guessing here, but given the cost of the clinic, I think she is from one of the families that paid all that money to Darren that came to me. Papers in her clothes seem to indicate they discharged her to an uncle after her family stopped paying for her treatment. I don’t think he was her uncle. She also had a torn piece of paper with most of our address in Braille. I’ll help her bathe. She needs me right now.”
Mom came into the guestroom and stayed outside the bathroom as I went in.
“Hey, Angel,” I said as I put my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, Casey, and then you can tell us what happened at the clinic. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect your parents died when lava flowed into a chamber in a mountain lair where people were meeting to pay their cut to the head of the families. I met someone named Darren when visiting a resort in the spring. It seems he was the head of the families. He died there with someone they called the Elder. He was the heir apparent for three families, and those three women are taking joint control over the families. Most of the heads of the families died along with Darren and the Elder. A lot of changes started happening because of it.”
She turned toward me to reach up to feel my face. I saw the confusion when she got down to my chest.
“You aren’t the only one whose body changed a lot since the last time we saw each other,” I told her. “I didn’t recognize you either. I only found out your name when taking the papers from your pockets to wash your clothes. Did you smash your cellphone, or did someone else?”
She started shaking again, so I put her hands in mine.
When she calmed back down, she said, “I did it. They were chasing me and were tracking me using the GPS on my cellphone. It was the only way to get the battery out of it. Ever since I was old enough to walk, my parents taught me how to hide in ways that people wouldn’t easily find me. I may be blind, but I still remember what I learned from them. Without my cellphone to track me, I got away from them. Someone at the clinic suspected something was up and told me if I was in trouble to get to the address on the paper they gave me. It didn’t have a name on it, but your home is a safe zone where no one would think about trying to come after me here, even if they knew where I went. I can’t believe it is your home. You are the only person in the world that I know I can trust. You aren’t one of them. I don’t like how I smell. Can you please help me get clean? I know I can do it myself, but it always made me feel so loved when you did it for me at the clinic.”
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