The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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She nods and nestles in tighter. βIβm sorryββ
βSh. You donβt need to apologize again. I just want to understand what happened. I want you to think about it but I want you to picture it like itβs on a little screen in your head. Like youβre watching it on your laptop. Can you do that for me?β
To avoid triggering another panic attack, I need her to have some distance from the trigger. Picturing a traumatic event on a screen is a technique I learned in Thailand to help deal with the things Iβd seen in the Navy. I hope it will work for Emily.
βLike watching a movie?β
βThatβs right. In the movie, weβre in the bathroom and Iβm standing behind you with my fingers in your mouth. But you canβt feel it or taste it, because this is a movie, right?β
βUh-huh. It looks scary to watch, though. Like the girl in the movie is going to choke.β
Sheβs really distanced; I go with it. βWhy do you think the girlβs going to choke?β
βBecause her daddyβs fingers are really big and her mouth is small and soapβs poisonous. It will make her be sick and sheβll choke.β
I kiss the top of her head. βDoes it occur to the girl that her daddy has checked the soap to make sure it wonβt hurt her?β
βUh, no. She doesnβt think about that. Sheβs too scared.β
βHer daddy did check, so itβs not something to worry about. The soap is not going to harm her. Her daddy is not going to harm her. Thereβs a difference between hurt, like we do in a scene, and harm. Do you understand that?β
She nods.
βGood girl. Daddy will never harm his little girl. Picture it again for me. Is she scared of other things? Can you see them? Like when a movie shows the personβs thoughts?β
βSheβs remembering something bad that happened to her. Itβs making her very scared. Itβs making her feel like she canβt breathe.β
I bend over so I can kiss the top of her head and smooth my hands down her back. We did hit a trigger. Time to pull on my big, black, Dom wetsuit and take the plunge. βLike youβre watching a movie, can you describe the bad thing that happened to her?β
She sniffles and grinds her face against my thigh. βYouβll think the girlβs disgusting.β
βNo, I wonβt. Thereβs nothing about the girl thatβs disgusting. Sheβs Daddyβs best girl, and Daddyβs best girl is not disgusting.β I give her a moment to process before I prompt, βDescribe the bad thing sheβs remembering, sweetheart.β
βSheβs in the school bathroom and three girls are holding her head in the toilet while they flush it. The waterβs swirling around her head and up her nose and she canβt breathe,β she says in a monotone.
Thereβs nothing monotone about her body language. Her face is screwed up tight, tears pooling in the bridge of her nose. Around my hips, her arms have turned into steel bands. Sheβs curled into a taut ball against my thigh and calf. My poor baby.
βWhen did this happen to the girl?β I ask gently.
βItβs, um, her freshman year of high school.β
βDid it happen a lot?β
She nods. βEvery time the Monster Ms caught her in the bathroom. So, she didnβt go. She got really bad stomach pains and wet her pants because she was afraid to go. Everyone laughed at her and called her a baby who needed diapers, but at least she didnβt get her head flushed.β
Fuck, no wonder that bottom losing control of her bladder during a scene affected Emily so badly. βSweet girl, it wasnβt her fault, just like it wasnβt the fault of the bottom who peed during the scene. Do you understand that?β
She shakes her head and screws her face deeper into my thigh. βMaman said it was her fault for being awkward and that she needed to stand up to the Monster Ms and not let people walk all over her.β Her voice quavers and rises, and I know Iβm losing her to littlespace. βBut, Daddy, the Monster Ms are really big.β
βEasy, Emmy, easy. Remember youβre watching a movie. No matter how big the monster seems, itβs really only tiny on the screen, right?β
She nods and eases a little against my leg.
βWere the Monster Ms older?β I ask.
βThey were juniors already.β Her voice has dropped back into a normal register and I stifle my sigh of relief.
βDid the girl stop the Monster Ms in the end? Was she Wonder Woman brave, baby doll?β
βNo, Daddy. Professor Haupman caught the Monster Ms locking the girl in a closet and made her tell him what was happening. After that, the girl stayed in his classroom during recess, lunch, and after school. She went to the teacherβs bathroom, so she didnβt wet herself anymore. Over the summer, she and her Maman had to go and meet with the principal and the governors. After that, the Monster Ms didnβt go to her school anymore.β She takes several deep breaths while I rub her back. βBut Maman was still angry and said sheβd made a lot of trouble for everyone when she should have solved her own problems.β
Fuck me, what can I say to that? Emily was bullied, horribly bullied, and her own mother didnβt support her. No wonder she escaped to a bookstore after school. And what kind of fucking nightmare was this mother of hers? A woman who threw Emily to the wolves when she was being bullied and burned her precious comic books and tried to force her back to the cheating husband and was so critical of my sweet sub that Emilyβs internalized her motherβs voice as her most self-destructive thoughts? What the hell do I say to this?
I know what I donβt say and thatβs anything judgmental about the mother who now has dementia. There might be a time in the future when I
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