The Girl In The Dollhouse

Part 2

Daddy Bob was in the picture, and part of the reason why my parents divorced.

But around the age of 10 or 11 I stopped calling him Daddy Bob, and started calling him Bob only.

I nervously came to Gina one day, and told her my chest hurt. She was a nurse, and felt them, and said "hmmm, well, we will have to get you a training bra. No big deal. It's like an extra piece of underwear.

I got my first training bra. I was a late bloomer, but loved it so much that I wore it everywhere.

One day, at my mother's house she lived at with the man who hurt my sister, I was on the patio and Bob put his hand under my shirt, and felt under the back of my bra. He looked at me shocked, and said "oh, did Gina get that for you."

I naively said, with a big smile on my face, "yep, I have boobs now."

Around that time, I remember that Bob suggested we played the husband and wife game that my sister Melanie played with her Abuser. We shared the same bed when my mother would go to bed.

He would rub my back, and encourage me to sleep in my panties and bra next to him. He would hold me close to him, at the young age of 10 years old, and tell me how special I was. But he never did anything sexual or raped me, just used his words. One time, he asked me if I wanted to shower with him. I told him no, but later that day I got in the bath. He knocked on the door, and came in. I held my hand as I laid there in the tub, naked. I would just lay there and close my eyes, relaxing. Having no idea how wrong it was.
Lee encouraged me to sleep in his room, said I could share the bed with him and my sister, and then I could use his laptop the next morning. I told Bob and explained I wouldn't cheat on my husband. Bob told me to use my words to Lee, and I did. I told Lee I changed my mind, and he surprisingly said okay. The next morning, he let me use his laptop. He told me, "hey, if you take your clothes off, you can take a photo on it and draw on a bikini, like the ones you draw in your notebook."

He left the room, and I did just that, stupidly. Then, my friends who lived across the street came over to play.

One day, I confided in my friends mother about what was happening, and how my sister would disappear with Lee for hours in the room. She asked me if I told my mother. I told her no. That same day, I went back across the street to get a drink, and asked my brother where Melanie was.

The day we never saw Bob or Lee again, was the day I was free.

He told me he watched Lee take Melanie into his bedroom. And I got an overwhelming feeling of anxiety I had never felt before. I slammed my skinny body into the bedroom door, over and over again. I banged on the door begging them to come out. Or for him to let me in. My mother started yelling and screaming. My brother had snuck into the back room where I had spent countless nights with Bob, and dialed my fathers number without anyone knowing.

"Dad, they're fighting. Mom and Lee are fighting because he locked Melanie in the room with him."

When Melanie came out, she was quite. Lee was too. He went to the kitchen like nothing happened. He saw my brother on the phone, grabbed it, and body slammed my brother on the couch, hard, throwing him by his arm.

Bob looked at Lee and my mother, and said "what are you all yelling about?" When he arrived a few second before.

My mother said, "Lee's been taking my daughter into his bedroom, didn't you know this?"

I quietly said, "because they're married, Mom, like Bob and I."

Nobody heard me. Bob's face changed, and he left. I tried to ask him to come back. Ask him what was wrong. He wouldn't. That was the day I knew I was free from him.

My dad showed up, put us all in the car, and drove off. When we got back, my sister told Gina what had really happened. That she had inappropriate things done to her.

Gina told my father, and the police were called. The court hearing didn't happen until later on...

When Bob left, I never told anyone what truly happened, and by the time I did, it was too late.