Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Consensus & Changes |Chapter 12|

FAITH'S POV🦋

It's done.

I signed the papers.

I have tenaciously altered my life forever.

For the next nine months, my body was not my own. Well...that's another thing, I don't know how far along I am. I have a doctor's appointment Friday, I suppose I'll find out then.

In the meantime, I busied myself with organizing a few of my things in my father's bedroom. He'd encouraged me to, since I was going to be spending my nights there, he wanted to make sure I was as comfortable as possible.

I slipped at few of my books into the drawer of the nightstand on the left side of the bed, along with my reading glasses. I also had a metallic gold tree jewelry display that I preferred to keep little trinkets on. I don't why but I felt like they were good for warding off night terrors. Some pieces were from my mom that I made into jewelry. I used to collect stones when I was younger so anytime she ran across something that she thought I'd like, she'd gift it to me.

I smiled at the memory sitting the centerpiece beside the night lamp before also placing my mini assortment of cacti on the other side of the lamp, closer to the window.

Then I opened the second drawer placing my knitting kit inside along with a few balls of yarn. I hadn't knit in a long time. The last thing I knitted was the soft pink blanket that I'd placed at the bottom of my father's bed that was a grave contrast from his black and grey bed linen. That was over a year ago...

Lastly I placed my sketchbook at the very bottom. I opted to leave my painting supplies in my bedroom. I was really sensitive about sharing what I create, in fact I was intent on not doing so. Only Savene had accidentally caught a glimpse of a drawing and she wouldn't shut up about it for a whole month.

I slid the drawer shut and made my way to his bathroom organizing my hygiene products in the shower along with my nighttime skincare collection along the face-board. Some things I'd made myself, others I ordered online.

It seemed that I would have more time on my hands to indulge in what I loved so I was looking forward to that...

Leaving the restroom, I glanced around the room. I'd already put some clothing items in the drawers that were cleared for me. The room looked unusually...warmer than before. My eyes dragged along the bed and then to the floor and the shelf that had been replaced.

I remembered the other one that collapsed underneath the brute force of my weight being thrown into it.

I looked away.

This room had a lot of bad memories, but so did every room in this house, even Gen's.

I remembered hiding out in there when she was a baby from my father's blind fits of rage. His fist pounding on the door as I held a wailing Genesis. Her face was so red and puffy...wet with tears...

I sighed.

Hopefully this time was different. I could only pray so...

I left to go peek in on Genesis. She was taking a nap. I don't why my baby was so tired. I smiled hearing her little snores. All you could see popping out of the blanket covering her was the heap of hair on her little head.

Quietly, I closed the door about to head to the kitchen to get a refresher but took a detour to the garage where my father was. It was his off-day but he was working on one of his homeboy's cars. Apparently, he didn't have time to wait at the shop. My father was a mechanic and owned an auto repair shop. I never questioned my Dad's line of work because we never had to go without. Bills were always paid on time, the kitchen stayed fully stocked, I had everything I needed and more, and he would always front me money whenever I asked. I'm not talking about chump change either. I can't remember when's the last time my Daddy gave me less than a grand.