Dreamland Dimensions

Chapter Fourteen: The Memoir of the Damned

August 5, 1999, a baby boy was born underweight with weak lungs and he was rushed to ICU. The doctors didn't know whether or not he would make it, they feared for his mother too because she was just 11 years old and having her first baby. Chanell Joanne Watson had ran away from home, she went into labor at a slumber party in her bestfriend, Renee King's home. It was a secret she's been keeping because the father of her baby was also her daddy and she didn't want her mother to find out. But the secret slipped out, Renee found Chanell passed out in the bathroom with blood all over the floor and something hanging from between her legs. It was Renee's parents that called the ambulance and police, had Chanell's mother hopping on the first flight back home. Chanell's mother, Teresa Karin Watson was a journalist so she traveled a lot, her husband was her high school sweetheart and he enjoyed music.

He agreed to stay home and watch their little girl. Chanell only had four more weeks until her birthday, daddy's little girl was only 8 years old then.

Something went wrong and he started seeing his daughter differently. Jonas H. Watson was only 17 years old when he married his wife Teresa, she was 15 when they found out she was pregnant and he honestly wasn't ready to throw his life away. But he didn't anyway because the birth of Chanell was the best day of his life. Jonas fucked up somehow, he wasn't sure where he went wrong but one weekend Chanell and him were home alone. Chanell took after Teresa at 9 years old, she was tall for her age and grew out of kids clothes. Teresa was cross country doing a seminar, he took off from work just to watch their little girl. Chanell was always full of energy, she ran around the house playing princess and dragons all by herself. She was always alone, too shy so she never spoke and didn't really have any friends besides Renee. Jonas had been drinking, he's been having foul thoughts about his little girl and his can feel his heart sinking.

He's giving in to temptation just watching Chanell run around in her pink tutu, fairy wings on her back and a tiara on her head, "Daddy I'm a princess".

The waiting room in the hospital is erupting with tears, Jonas is sweating and his hands are trembling. Nobody was pointing fingers because nobody knew, he had eluded suspicion except for if Chanell woke up. Jonas was thinking she'd tell everyone all the disgusting things he's been doing to her, he thought about all the lude acts he did to her in detail and started to lick his lips. He was hard now, placing Chanell's jacket in his lap and trying to ignore the echoes of her screams in his head. Teresa runs into the waiting room, sweat falling from her brow as she drops her bags to the floor and starts to look around, "Where is my baby? Where's my little girl?". "Calm down Teresa, she had surgery and the baby's in ICU" explained Teresa's mother, "She had to get stitched up...what sick motherfucking been around that little girl?". "Please Mama don't talk like that right now" Whimpered Arthur, Teresa's younger brother, "She don't need to hear that right now".

The words hit Teresa like a freight truck, she collapsed to the floor and fell on her knees. Her chest felt tight and it was hard to breath.

Jonas stood up, kneeling by his wife's side and forced out some fake cries. Chanell was just down the hall, she could hear the entire commotion and just laid in the bed, crying to herself. She didn't want the baby, she didn't want to face her mother and have to be asked all those questions about what happened. Chanell was a smart girl, she knew what her daddy did to her wasn't right but she was too weak and scared so she didn't fight back. Told herself that it would be a secret just between her and her daddy. The door opened, the nurse came in pushing a NICU with the premature baby boy inside, tubes and cords were coming from him. Chanell hated that baby but seeing him that way saddened her, her parents walked in with her grandmother and Uncle Arthur. They stood around the bed, Jonas avoiding eye contact as everyone stared puzzled at the terrified little girl. Nobody asked questions, Teresa leaned over to caress her daughter's cheek the way she use to and Chanell smacked her hand, screaming. The room was dead silent except for the rhythmic beating of the machines, Teresa was confused as she looked at her daughter pulling her knees to her chest with tears streaming down her face, "Mommy mommy I don't want him!".

Jonas heart was racing, looking at the sickly baby boy who sort of resembled him and even he had to admit it.

The baby boy came into this world, cursed and filled with sin. He was the product of a perverted man taking advantage of a little girl, he was the man that raised her and the only father she knew. Jonas was suppose to protect her instead he's standing by her bedside playing pretend, smiling in everyone's face despite what he did. Chanell just cried, the nurse ushered everyone out of the room and left the baby with his mother. The room went silent again just how she liked it, climbing out of bed and looking inside the clear bin at her baby boy. His chest rose and fell weakly, she could hear him wheezing. Chanell wanted to touch him but there were no openings, she just stared in at him and watched him breath. She waited for the love to fill her heart, for the desire to hold him in her arms like she's read in books and seen in movies when mother's have their first child.

But that feeling never came, everytime she looked at the little baby, she thought of what her father did to her and it made her sick.

Time flew by, Chanell was 14 years old now and still living with her mother. The baby boy was 3 years old, he took after Chanell with the curly mahagony brown hair but had her father's almond shaped hazel eyes. The toddler was full of energy just like his mother once was, everytime he ran around the house Jonas thought of the night he broke Chanell. It's making him crave to touch her again, a feeling he thought had passed after the mistake he made. Teresa had quit her journalist job, working mornings at a café so she can be home in the afternoon when the baby gets out of daycare. She was away at work, it was a Friday afternoon and Chanell just got home from school. "Mommy mommy mommy!" Chimed the 3 year old boy, bouncing behind her. Jonas steps into the doorway of the bedroom he shares with his wife, watching Chanell and little Quinton walked past him. "Chanell come here" He called. She looked over her shoulder, grabbing Quinton's hand and pulled him close to her, "Where's mama?". Jonas shrugged, waving for her to come to him, "Work maybe". "I gotta bathe Quinton" Countered Chanelle, lifting the toddler up and resting him on her hip, "He probably hasn't ate either". She'd do anything just to stay out of her father's way, ever since she had Quinton, she dreamed of running away but she would leave him. Chanell didn't want her father's baby, she grimaced at the toddler in disgusted and dropped him onto the bed, "Get off me". She hated him without a reason, no meaning and no relevance.

Little Quinton had no control over what situation he was conceived in, he watched as his teenage mother packed a bag and climbed out of her bedroom window.

Chanell didn't say a word to him, not even a hug or a kiss goodbye. Quinton was a good boy though, always did what his mother told him to because he was afraid that she wouldn't like him. But it was too late for that, she hated him the moment he was born and he didn't understand that. He sat in his mother's bed, crying to himself and feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Was it possible for toddlers to have a broken heart? Quinton couldn't understand, Jonas stepped into the room see thing little boy on the bed with his body shaking with tears and an open window. He didn't need to question it because he knew what happened, he took her innocence and kept on using her. Jonas didn't realize or maybe he didn't care enough to see the destruction he was doing to her. Chanell was suicidal, started hanging with a bad group of people and doing all types of drugs. She was bent on destroying her body, not wanting anyone else to find her attractive and was scared to let anyone in. Chanell just wanted to get away, believed that running away would chase the nightmares away but she was wrong.