Perfect Insanity

I slowly started opening my eyes in the well-lit room but something was different. There was no horrid smell.

“Rayven? Rayven, can you hear me? My name is Dr. Orion; can you please open your eyes if you can hear me?” A doctor? Did someone find me? I opened my eyes and looked around.

“Rayven, don’t try to speak. We have a tube in your neck that’s helping you to breathe. Blink twice if you understand.” I blinked my tired eyes 2 times and a smile creeped across his face.

“Rayven your father is here to see you.” I immediately tensed as the doctor left the room. God why would he come here? To finish what he started? I looked over as the door opened again expecting to his face with a huge fake ass smile planted on it but it wasn’t. He came over to my bedside and lightly petted my head. It was my real dad. It’s wonderful to see him. I’ve been waiting for so long to see him. I motioned for something to write on and to write with and he grabbed a pad and pen from the table beside him and handed it to me.

Where am I?

“You’re safe now Rayven. No one will ever hurt you again.”

What is the state? I know I’m not in Missouri.

“You’re back in Huntington Beach, California sweetheart.” I couldn’t help but smile when I heard where I was now. Bill can never get me now.
“There’s that smile I’ve missed so much.” I couldn’t help but smile bigger and he smiled just the same. I’ve missed my dad so much.

“Sweety, I do need to ask you some questions though.” I nodded.

“Who did this to you?”

My mom’s husband…Bill Aumor.

“Is that why she took you away from me?” I nodded sadly.

“Do you want to me to tell you about your injuries?” I nodded again and looked into my father’s hurt eyes.

“Your larynx and voice box were crushed and there’s a 50-50 chance that you’ll never be able to speak again.” Never speak again?? That bastard went to goddamn far this time. I slammed my fist down on the bed which made me flinch because of the wounds he inflicted on me with the knife and staple gun. I picked up the pad and pen and started to write.

What’s going to happen to me dad?

“What do you mean?”

What I mean is what’s going to happen? Am I going to be in like therapy for this injury or what?

“I really don’t know baby girl. Before you woke up, the doctor told me that he wants the swelling in your neck to go down and then see if your voice is going to be coming back before he makes any plans on therapy.”

Alright…Can I ask you something?
“You can ask me anything you want.”

Why didn’t you try to get me and take me away from them?

“I did try sweetheart. Your mother covered her tracks too well. I hired a Private Investigator and they couldn’t find you guys.”

How long did you search?

“I’ve been looking for you ever since your mother left with you. I’ve never given up.” I smiled and I wanted to hug him so bad.

I’ve thought about you the entire time dad. The memory of us playing together out in the back yard was the only thing keeping me going.

“You remember that?”

Yeah. I used to sit by the phone and go to the mail box everyday hoping that you would either call me or send me a letter. I would ask mom why you weren’t around but she would get this scared look on her face when he would come into the room. Then she would tell me that you were too busy and were more concerned about your work than me. I thought what she said was true for a long time but when he started…doing those things to me, I would think about how you react if you found out and I knew you would want to get me as far away from them as you could. Something in me was telling me that you never forgot about me.

I could see the emotion building up inside of him as he read what I had written. It felt good to see that my father was really the person I knew he was.

“Honey, I’ve missed you all these years and there’s not anyone in this world who could take you away from me now.”

I told mom several times to just let me go back to you but she said that Bill was my dad now. I would never call him my dad.

Dad leaned down closer to me and kissed my forehead and then looked at me in the eyes.

“I need you to answer this for me.” I nodded.

“Do you think you could tell the police what happened to you so this man will be put away for his crimes?”

I’ll do anything I can to get him put away. He’s hurt me for way too long dad. When do you want me to speak with them?

“I’ll be calling my lawyer to represent you in the morning and we’ll get instructions from him on what to do next.” I nodded and dad pulled me up and into his arms holding me tightly against him. I never want him to leave.