Post by hostile on Apr 24, 2006 10:30:52 GMT -5
I was thrown back upon hearing of what Kris’ nightmare was about. In fact, you could say I was outraged. Not at her, but at the fact that she might have been violated by her own Grandpa. No wonder why Destiny liked sending her down to see her parents so much. Now I can see why. Oh if this was true, I would kill that son of a bitch. NO ONE does that to my daughter and lives. Of course I’m speaking under emotion, but Jesus Christ, Kristen may have been molested and I would have never known until that nightmare of her’s came up. I cracked my knuckles and remained upright in my seat with Kristen still being held close to my body. Feeling her heart beat as fast as it could for a child, I had to relax my own nerves to help her out as best as I could.
“Are you going to be ok darling? Or would you like me to keep you this way till you can go back to sleep?” I asked her.
“I want you to hold me daddy. I’m scared of Grandpa. He touched me.”
I felt helpless at that point. I could literally pinpoint tears to come from my eyes. Both out of pain and anger at the same time. I decided to pull Kristen upright in her bed and lay her back. Pulling my seat closer, I was going to probe this situation as far as I could go. But because my daughter’s throat was sore from the tube being down it earlier in the day, I wouldn’t test things. But I had to get answers, because then I could file criminal charges against Mr. Wilson for his act against her. Either way, he’d get to face some type of punishment. Either against me or the local police department.
“Kristen…daddy has to know this ok sweetheart? This may be hard for you to answer or understand what I’m saying, but what he did was not alright. He overstepped his boundaries as a relative and for that, he’s going to face some time in prison. Now, this question may be redundant out there, but its formality. Where exactly did he touch you babe?”
Kristen got her composure together the best she could for the state she was in and then pointed down to where her legs was covered by the hospital sheets. My eyes followed her tiny index finger to the destination point she had mapped for me and I nodded as she showed me it was her legs. It wasn’t right, but that was somewhat a sigh of relief.
“Ok, your legs. Good Kris, you’re helping out daddy. Did he….” I gulped “Touch you anywhere else on your body??”
Kristen nodded and indicated all over. I was halfway tempted just to leave the hospital to go break John’s face wide open for doing this to my little girl, but I had to have all the facts first before anything was to happen. My body didn’t want to relinquish endorphins to help me relax. Oh no. It was far from being calmed down. Every muscle in my body felt tense, but this wasn’t about me. This was about Kristen and the ordeal she must have gone through based on what she is telling me. I know children have a way with their imaginations sometimes, but Kristen isn’t an idiot. She’s a highly intelligent little girl for her age, and what she was telling me, I believed every word of. But my greatest fear wasn’t over yet. There was one part I had to know whether or not was felt up. That would seal the deal on John if it was…
“Kristen…daddy has one more question for you. Did Grandpa touch your vagina? You know where that’s at doll; I’ve taught you the word before…”
Kristen looked at me deep in the eyes, looking afraid. But she did in fact nod to indicate to me that yes, she had been touched there, while pointing at that place on the body and repeating the word the best she could. My heart sunk far south as my head dropped. Kristen Leigh Willard had in fact been molested. What made things worse for me, is at her age or a little older, my foster parents decided that they were going to molest me. So it really was a case of like father…like daughter, because now my own flesh and blood got the same treatment I got when I was a child. I couldn’t help but to cry as this was a nightmare from two directions. Lifting my head up, I wiped the tears away as Kristen wanted to help me out sooooo bad to not cry. In fact she tried reaching for me. I allowed her to get her arms around my neck and give me a gentle kiss on the cheek. She was a cutie indeed, trying to help her father out when he needed it. But again, this wasn’t about me, this was about her.
“Kristen…I SWEAR to you, Grandpa won’t get away with this. That wasn’t only a nightmare you had. You had an occurring relapse into something that actually happened. What that means, is that your mind triggered off an event that was traumatic for you that actually happened, and not a figment of the mind’s way of playing a game.”
Kristen looked confused by that, I laughed and broke it down into smaller terms that she could comprehend on her level of thinking. She understood words like “scary” and “real”, but none of the bigger words. She was smart, but Christ, she wasn’t a dictionary. Anyway, I was able to sing her back to sleep, where she didn’t wake up till the very next day. I remained up all night, afraid of what path would get taken in way of action. But I kept a watchful eye over my daughter all the way till morning. I then made the call to the all dreaded ex.
“Destiny, we have to talk. Hey, if you even dare hang up on me, you’ll never stop regretting that decision. I guarantee it. Yeah..Good girl. No, this isn’t about me and you. This is about Kristen….oh she’s fine….fine giving the fact that your good for nothing, piece of shit father put his hands all over her!....(laughs) I figured you wouldn’t believe me….you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree….oh fuck you Destiny, you know I can see why Kristen hates your ass. It’s only a wonder how I could have ever loved someone I now feel the same emotion she does for…..But I promise you this….I’m coming for your dad. Either I get my hands on him, or he faces charges for what he did. But one way or another, he will be paying whether you like it or not!! NO ONE does that to MY daughter…not you, not him, surely not me…not anyone…..for Christ fucking sakes Destiny, she’s only going to be five….it’s not like she’s incapable of telling the truth to her father….at least she loves me Destiny….at least she loves me….see you soon…real soon…”
CLICK!
I had to figure things out now. Not only would I have to take care of John, but I also had to make a flight out to South Carolina for Trauma, where I would be announcing my retirement. Based on what happened to my daughter, she needed me more than Pure Class Wrestling did. But she would be going with me to the show and I would bring a trusting friend to watch her for me while I go out to the ring. But just as I heard light coughing, I looked over to see Kristen’s eyes flutter open as she moved her brown hair back out of her face. I smiled, but was seething mad at the same time. Destiny didn’t believe me. Didn’t believe Kristen for sure, and stood behind her father. Typical though. Oh well, her mistake, not ours. Later that day, charges we’re indeed filed against John Wilson and a warrant was issued for his arrest. This was something myself and Kristen had to be there for to see. We made it just in time.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT?!!” said an enraged Mr. Wilson as he was led out of his household in handcuffs. I leaned against the hood of my car, with Kristen leaned back against my legs as my hands rested on her shoulders. She was almost like my barrier to hold me back from doing anything stupid against John. He looked over at us, ignored me but did glance at Kristen. Oh I was ready to charge that bastard. He got placed in the car and led off to the station as that left a ripped family to now meet up again. Jason and Kristen Willard versus the soon to be Destiny Wilson. The look on Kristen’s face when she saw her mother was priceless. Boy did she look ready to go off on her mother. For those unaware of what Kristen look’s like when she gets upset….let’s say it’s exactly like how I look. It’s uncanny and frightening at the same time.
Destiny came out shaking her head. I smiled brightly as she approached us, but she looked crushed that I would keep my word. You could tell she wanted to hit me, but if she did…I would knock her teeth down her throat and force her to shit em out. That hit wouldn’t be for me though. It would be for Kristen and the issue she should have never ever had to go through.
“You unbelievable bastard!” Destiny yelled “You just couldn’t take my word on it for once could you? Oh no, the almighty Jason Willard just HAS to doubt me. Well that’s great. Because you believe a four year old…let me repeat that…A….FOUR…..YEAR…..OLD, my father is on his way to getting fingerprinted and having a criminal record placed on him. How does that make you feel Jason? Hmmmm. How does that make you feel right at this moment?”
“Kristen my dear, answer mommy’s rather stupid question. After all, she IS a blonde!”
Kristen giggled but then lost all sense of her humor as Destiny came closer. I released my hold on her and was ready to charge at Destiny myself. Kristen blurted out a “Pretty Fucking Good Mommy” before Kristen HERSELF ran at her mom. Destiny looked down as Kris hauled off and kicked both her knees. She then laughed and ran back to me as we exchanged a high five with one another. Kristen then let Destiny know that she hated her. That had Destiny’s heart sinking even further, but alas off came the wedding ring I gave her. I caught it and placed it in my back pocket.
“See you in heel wench….see you in hell….” I told her as me and Kristen got back into the car. She got strapped in, and the door closed moments later. I got in on the driver’s side and as we pulled out of the driveway, both myself and Kristen gave Destiny the middle finger salute. Just another thing I taught my daughter. Now we headed back home for Anaheim, victorious over the wicked witch of the west. Next up in a few days: Greenville, South Carolina for Trauma and my retirement speech.
END
“Are you going to be ok darling? Or would you like me to keep you this way till you can go back to sleep?” I asked her.
“I want you to hold me daddy. I’m scared of Grandpa. He touched me.”
I felt helpless at that point. I could literally pinpoint tears to come from my eyes. Both out of pain and anger at the same time. I decided to pull Kristen upright in her bed and lay her back. Pulling my seat closer, I was going to probe this situation as far as I could go. But because my daughter’s throat was sore from the tube being down it earlier in the day, I wouldn’t test things. But I had to get answers, because then I could file criminal charges against Mr. Wilson for his act against her. Either way, he’d get to face some type of punishment. Either against me or the local police department.
“Kristen…daddy has to know this ok sweetheart? This may be hard for you to answer or understand what I’m saying, but what he did was not alright. He overstepped his boundaries as a relative and for that, he’s going to face some time in prison. Now, this question may be redundant out there, but its formality. Where exactly did he touch you babe?”
Kristen got her composure together the best she could for the state she was in and then pointed down to where her legs was covered by the hospital sheets. My eyes followed her tiny index finger to the destination point she had mapped for me and I nodded as she showed me it was her legs. It wasn’t right, but that was somewhat a sigh of relief.
“Ok, your legs. Good Kris, you’re helping out daddy. Did he….” I gulped “Touch you anywhere else on your body??”
Kristen nodded and indicated all over. I was halfway tempted just to leave the hospital to go break John’s face wide open for doing this to my little girl, but I had to have all the facts first before anything was to happen. My body didn’t want to relinquish endorphins to help me relax. Oh no. It was far from being calmed down. Every muscle in my body felt tense, but this wasn’t about me. This was about Kristen and the ordeal she must have gone through based on what she is telling me. I know children have a way with their imaginations sometimes, but Kristen isn’t an idiot. She’s a highly intelligent little girl for her age, and what she was telling me, I believed every word of. But my greatest fear wasn’t over yet. There was one part I had to know whether or not was felt up. That would seal the deal on John if it was…
“Kristen…daddy has one more question for you. Did Grandpa touch your vagina? You know where that’s at doll; I’ve taught you the word before…”
Kristen looked at me deep in the eyes, looking afraid. But she did in fact nod to indicate to me that yes, she had been touched there, while pointing at that place on the body and repeating the word the best she could. My heart sunk far south as my head dropped. Kristen Leigh Willard had in fact been molested. What made things worse for me, is at her age or a little older, my foster parents decided that they were going to molest me. So it really was a case of like father…like daughter, because now my own flesh and blood got the same treatment I got when I was a child. I couldn’t help but to cry as this was a nightmare from two directions. Lifting my head up, I wiped the tears away as Kristen wanted to help me out sooooo bad to not cry. In fact she tried reaching for me. I allowed her to get her arms around my neck and give me a gentle kiss on the cheek. She was a cutie indeed, trying to help her father out when he needed it. But again, this wasn’t about me, this was about her.
“Kristen…I SWEAR to you, Grandpa won’t get away with this. That wasn’t only a nightmare you had. You had an occurring relapse into something that actually happened. What that means, is that your mind triggered off an event that was traumatic for you that actually happened, and not a figment of the mind’s way of playing a game.”
Kristen looked confused by that, I laughed and broke it down into smaller terms that she could comprehend on her level of thinking. She understood words like “scary” and “real”, but none of the bigger words. She was smart, but Christ, she wasn’t a dictionary. Anyway, I was able to sing her back to sleep, where she didn’t wake up till the very next day. I remained up all night, afraid of what path would get taken in way of action. But I kept a watchful eye over my daughter all the way till morning. I then made the call to the all dreaded ex.
“Destiny, we have to talk. Hey, if you even dare hang up on me, you’ll never stop regretting that decision. I guarantee it. Yeah..Good girl. No, this isn’t about me and you. This is about Kristen….oh she’s fine….fine giving the fact that your good for nothing, piece of shit father put his hands all over her!....(laughs) I figured you wouldn’t believe me….you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree….oh fuck you Destiny, you know I can see why Kristen hates your ass. It’s only a wonder how I could have ever loved someone I now feel the same emotion she does for…..But I promise you this….I’m coming for your dad. Either I get my hands on him, or he faces charges for what he did. But one way or another, he will be paying whether you like it or not!! NO ONE does that to MY daughter…not you, not him, surely not me…not anyone…..for Christ fucking sakes Destiny, she’s only going to be five….it’s not like she’s incapable of telling the truth to her father….at least she loves me Destiny….at least she loves me….see you soon…real soon…”
CLICK!
I had to figure things out now. Not only would I have to take care of John, but I also had to make a flight out to South Carolina for Trauma, where I would be announcing my retirement. Based on what happened to my daughter, she needed me more than Pure Class Wrestling did. But she would be going with me to the show and I would bring a trusting friend to watch her for me while I go out to the ring. But just as I heard light coughing, I looked over to see Kristen’s eyes flutter open as she moved her brown hair back out of her face. I smiled, but was seething mad at the same time. Destiny didn’t believe me. Didn’t believe Kristen for sure, and stood behind her father. Typical though. Oh well, her mistake, not ours. Later that day, charges we’re indeed filed against John Wilson and a warrant was issued for his arrest. This was something myself and Kristen had to be there for to see. We made it just in time.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT?!!” said an enraged Mr. Wilson as he was led out of his household in handcuffs. I leaned against the hood of my car, with Kristen leaned back against my legs as my hands rested on her shoulders. She was almost like my barrier to hold me back from doing anything stupid against John. He looked over at us, ignored me but did glance at Kristen. Oh I was ready to charge that bastard. He got placed in the car and led off to the station as that left a ripped family to now meet up again. Jason and Kristen Willard versus the soon to be Destiny Wilson. The look on Kristen’s face when she saw her mother was priceless. Boy did she look ready to go off on her mother. For those unaware of what Kristen look’s like when she gets upset….let’s say it’s exactly like how I look. It’s uncanny and frightening at the same time.
Destiny came out shaking her head. I smiled brightly as she approached us, but she looked crushed that I would keep my word. You could tell she wanted to hit me, but if she did…I would knock her teeth down her throat and force her to shit em out. That hit wouldn’t be for me though. It would be for Kristen and the issue she should have never ever had to go through.
“You unbelievable bastard!” Destiny yelled “You just couldn’t take my word on it for once could you? Oh no, the almighty Jason Willard just HAS to doubt me. Well that’s great. Because you believe a four year old…let me repeat that…A….FOUR…..YEAR…..OLD, my father is on his way to getting fingerprinted and having a criminal record placed on him. How does that make you feel Jason? Hmmmm. How does that make you feel right at this moment?”
“Kristen my dear, answer mommy’s rather stupid question. After all, she IS a blonde!”
Kristen giggled but then lost all sense of her humor as Destiny came closer. I released my hold on her and was ready to charge at Destiny myself. Kristen blurted out a “Pretty Fucking Good Mommy” before Kristen HERSELF ran at her mom. Destiny looked down as Kris hauled off and kicked both her knees. She then laughed and ran back to me as we exchanged a high five with one another. Kristen then let Destiny know that she hated her. That had Destiny’s heart sinking even further, but alas off came the wedding ring I gave her. I caught it and placed it in my back pocket.
“See you in heel wench….see you in hell….” I told her as me and Kristen got back into the car. She got strapped in, and the door closed moments later. I got in on the driver’s side and as we pulled out of the driveway, both myself and Kristen gave Destiny the middle finger salute. Just another thing I taught my daughter. Now we headed back home for Anaheim, victorious over the wicked witch of the west. Next up in a few days: Greenville, South Carolina for Trauma and my retirement speech.
END