Her Unknowing Words

Bath

I sit quietly and patiently as i await a meal. Yes, Daddy might not have brought down food for the visual eye, but most likely daddy had food.

Daddy was an intelligent being, even though his intelligence was used in the worst ways possible, like tormenting and teasing to derive out pleasant reactions to his appeal or watching the decisions of others in his creations of hasty situations.

He waits, and my stomach growls. I struggle to keep still and present no expressions of pain, hunger, or yearning. Dad was planning on torturing me, he was just waiting for me to give him a lovely show beforehand.

Dad stayed in his squatted position, his hands had fallen limp over his knees, and he held a translucent frown. I could clearly tell it was fake, he was only testing me.

Then he stood, lust red eyes still watching me closely, and finally he cracked a smile. A low chuckle emitted from his chest. His hands on either side of him in his pockets.

Maybe Dad wasn't planning on torture today, I might have just cracked the code. I smile a small bit at the thought of a non-torturous day but quickly re-compose myself.

Dad's white lab coat matches the color of his skin, is long to his black tennis-shoes, and covered in red blood stains. His short-sleeve shirt is green and collared, tucked into his khaki's.

Suddenly Dad holds out a hand to me. "Come eat." I was hesitant yet knew if I didnt comply, consequences lay ahead.

I tread on thin ice and take risk of falling through. I grab daddy's hand and let him lead me up the stairs and anticipate my future in each creaky step i take.

I take this time to wonder what he had planned or created for me. As my imagination ran we reached into the main hall of the house.  Velvet carpet spread under my feet, the walls were filled with frames of people i have never met.

Chandeliers of an extraordinarily similar pattern hung 10 feet apart above my head. I look down again to see the carpet we walk along is laced with gold flowers and look forward to see a long open hall.

Doors cascade down the right side of me while hallways the other. They all look exactly the same as the hallway we stand in.

Daddy is still forcing me forward and holding onto me with a tight grip. Struggling to keep up i nearly trip- over myself several times. Then daddy stops.

We stood at a brown glistening wooden door with a dragon shaped knob. The knob was the only discription that differed this door from the rest. Dad knocked. We waited.

Within five seconds the door cracked open popping out an young ladies head. She was a very light caremel brown, almost like my mother, her hair was long and straight and black, nearly touching the floor, her lashes were long and her lips were pouted, She had thick, daring, shaped eye-brows, but the most strange thing about this woman was her eye color itself. Her eyes were each two different colors. One blue and the other an exotic purple.

Daddy opens the door and as we enter she nearly falls back in surprise. Not because dad had so quickly opened the door, but seemingly at the sight of me.
I stood before her with a torn shirt covering my body and my dirty, wild, and kinky short hair.

She covered her mouth in astonishment as she looked me over while nearly crouching in place. The lady seemed as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't grasp for air. Her beauty was enlarge by the sparkling long silver dress she wore that looked as if put together by diamonds. Then slowly subsiding from her astonishment, she spoke.

"She's going tonight? I thought-"
She was cut off by daddy's stern words.
"Liena, now is not the time. Please, hurry and get her dressed."
The beautiful lady called Liena stood straight and moved into action.
She grabbed me by my hand and led me from Dad into another room.

This room brought back a flood of memories at once. In the right corner of the small room stood a marble white chair that looked cold and uncomfortable to sit on. A toilet, is what automatically came to my first mind.

Then in the middle there was a large white marble bucket, big enough to fit daddy in, with nothing in it. It was laced with golden flowers that seemed to match the ones in the hall.

Tub. It was called a tub. I remember playing in bubbles as my mother hummed a tune to me and washed my hair.

I splashed my hands in the water and told her about my day. She kissed my forehead and reminded me how much she loved me.

Her tune was something i held onto for a bit before i was interrupted by running water. "Your taking a bath." The kind lady demanded gently.
She squeezed passed me and began to head out the door. Then she stopped and turned to me.

"Ill be back, do you know how to bathe?"
I slowly nodded in response, unsure if i was allowed to speak.
She smiled "ok"  and then left and closed the door behind her.

I slowly stripped myself of my torn and worn t-shirt and walk towards the tub. I look at my reflection in the tub and feel almost revolted and surprised at the same time.

The last time i had ever looked in a mirror had been so long ago, this was of course not accurate to a mirror, but i could still see changed features in my face. For one, i was terribly filthy but i no longer had the chubby cheeks my mother enjoyed squishing. My large round eyes were now more defined and oval shaped.

I look as i did but i was just, no longer a child. Thats when it honestly hits me of how long ive been here. I back away in disbelief, grasping onto my breasts. Of course i knew they grew but how fast, i knew not.

I bumbed into a cold hard surface behind me and quickly turned to see the bathrooms' sink. And above it, a mirror. It was clear and clean, the lights hovering its top circumference giving of an clear view of my skin.

I opened my eyes, and spread my mouth, sticking out my tongue to see any possible knew changes. Then interuppted by Liena's voice from the room Daddy was left in.
I found myself curious, slowly walking across the white cold marbled floor. Once there i lay my head against the wooden painted white door.

My hands spread flat against the door as well, Feeling for sudden vibrations. Liena spoke, "Why Didn't you tell me of this sooner, has her period even started?"
Daddy replied, "She doesnt know what that is, but yes, at least three months ago."
Liena gasped, "Daddy, we are supposed to tell them as soon as it starts-"
Daddy slightly cuts her off, "I know but she is strangely unique. You wouldnt understand."
I hear Liena scoff, "Daddy, can the girl even read or speak?"
I hear the defensiveness in Daddy's voice, "Of course, she just holds great discipline, unlike a certain someone when she was younger."
Daddy chuckles and vibrations grow as Liena steps.

She's getting closer.
I push myself away from the door and dash back into my earlier position facing the tub.