It was another sunny day, much the same
as the past two months had been. A slight breeze would pass through
in the mornings and the long feathered branches of the cypress tree
would stir so slightly. The lizards would scurry around its base
where the grass was longer, searching for beetles and bugs. It was
cool there in the mornings, and to the little girl, it always felt
safe, secure, with the draping branches hanging down as if they
were long, loving arms. A matronly guardian, the cypress was both
shelter and shade, and the little girl was fond of playing within
its fortified presence.
She was a tomboy and very much enjoyed
the outdoors, but today she was required to stay inside as her mother
and brother would be gone to town and a risk of injury would go
unobserved till their return. It was with indoor supervision that
she would be watched over by a father figure. He had suffered during
the war with Japan, and his injuries kept him close to home. At
times, his nightmares kept the family awake, as always, concern
for his mental state, would be relieved by morning.
She had her dolly's out and was about
to serve them tea, when a shadow paused over her tiny tea set. She
curiously looked up towards the shadows source, and froze.
He was standing near the table, naked,
stroking his penis, and he called her name. "Don't be frightened,
I have something to show you", he said, his erection protruding
as if to emphasize the statement. The sight was terrifying, but
not as much as the sticky tone in his voice. She saw his lips moving,
yet a foreign voice spoke, one she had never heard before. His eyes
were what told her to run. Empty and hollow, they screamed at her
to run away fast.
He started for her now, his penis bobbling
out of rhythm with his steps, faster now as he hurried to catch
her. Panic began. The flushed skin, her breath was quick, and as
she scurried to get up, she knocked over the tea set, and dolly
fell from her chair. The screen flew open as she pushed hard, and
she heard it bang behind her as she ran out into the yard and started
down the drive. Alone and scared, she couldn't think.. What was
happening, why was it happening. Why was he calling her name. She
turned to see him following , unsteady with his injury, unable to
He didn't chase far, but stood near
the porch and called her name. "Come back, I wont hurt you, I have
a something to show you, a surprise". She ran until she came to
the cypress tree. She turned and couldn't see him anymore, and ducking
under its branches, began to catch her breath, her heart pounding,
her mind a blur of fear and bewilderment. She cried to herself between
In all the years to follow, the mention
of a treat brought back memories of a naked man, a father figure
not to be trusted. The concept of a surprise was something to fear.
He had robbed her of innocence, her childhood, stole away the special
thoughts that little girls treasure, the small secrets tucked away
for rainy days. She had dreamed she was a princess and was to be
courted by a handsome knight, but now the knight was dark and shadowed,
his voice sticky. Her mind became a prison, caged by the memory
of a twisted man. She was punished for having suffered. A victim,
innocent and shamed.
A familiar sound could be heard in the
distance. The motor of an approaching car. She recognized it and
was filled with hope of escape, yet still she remained hidden. At
last she sighted the auto and was thrilled to see her mother and
brother returning home. She waited till it had passed the cypress,
than followed at a run to catch it before it reached the house.
Her mother instantly knew from the fright
in her daughters eyes, that something bad had happened. The two
began to talk, one crying, the other listening. Her mother grabbed
her and pulled her close. She held her tight and brushed away the
tears. "Its OK now, stop crying........
The little girl didn't see the tears
in her mothers eyes. She didn't know the pain her mother felt. The
answer to everything was silence. No one could ever know. Her brother
heard them talking, crying, and without further thought, boldly
demanded of the father figure to know what he did, why this, to
his sister? He promised to revenge her if ever again.
The little girl suffered in silence,
within the prison behind her eyes. She suffered alone, as did her
mother, ....and her brother.