Episode 4 (04/18/2005)
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Every night for twenty years I thought about these events, and every night they filled me with dread. These memories. These awful memories. They wound around my heart and threatened to strangle it, crush out every last beat. But not tonight. Tonight I was free. Finally free.
I remembered. |
| I remember the weeks I spent in the janitor's basement. He told me his name was "Daddy", and I thought that was kind of odd, but he was kind and let me stay at his house while he looked for my parents. I got used to the rats and my uncomfortable little chair, and didn't even mind that he sometimes forgot to feed me for a couple of days. It was much nicer than the closet mommy used to lock me inside of every Sunday when she and my father would go to church. |  |
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Sometimes "Daddy" would come down to the basement wearing his funny mask and we'd play a game he called "Bad Boy". He was really funny and very kind to try and keep my spirits up.
One day though, my little world would be turned upside down again. |
| The police came to the house one morning and took me away from Mr. Daddy. They told me that they were going to find my parents and "make sure that pervert got what was coming to him." I jumped up and down and clapped my hands, thinking about how they were going to make Mr. Daddy a hero for taking care of me. I remember the police officer saying that Mr. Daddy was going to be playing "Bad Boy" for a long time with someone they called "Bruno The Pipe Cleaner", and I was happy for him. |  |
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The police brought me back to the station and gave me some soda and a candy bar. They asked me who my parents were and typed a lot at their computers. Eventually, they all got really quiet, except one of them. The police man sat beside me and asked if I needed anything. Then he said "I'm going to tell you a story now, okay?" |
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And then he told me a story about a big plane, flying through the clouds and above the mountains. And how one of those mountains was really big and how the pilot had been smoking crack cocaine in the terminal before takeoff.
He told me my parents were dead. |
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