Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Black Widow - Conclusion



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The ride to the hospital gave her mixed feelings. The unknown made her want to get away and yet she was happy that the horror was over. Newsmen, cameras, and people pushing a microphone into her face met the ambulance, and wanting information. At that time, she was just a survivor of a grisly murder scene. Her father had murdered her mother, tried to murder her, and then he bludgeoned her uncle to death. When they found Arnold’s body, the police tried to say she had killed him. Until his autopsy, they wouldn’t know how she had done it. They put her in a room by herself with an armed guard stationed at the door. A nurse came into the room to clean her wounds. She began asking questions, and then she took her picture. Mallory screamed for the guard, who took the camera away from the nurse. Three days, she sat in her room alone, and then the guard was gone. Her father had taken the police on a chase through town, crashing headlong into the bridge supports. There was another onslaught of doctors, police, and reporters.

A detective told her that Arnold had suffered from a heart attack; she was off the hook for his demise. Mallory had figured that, they could have asked her.

Some paper shuffler found her marriage records and she was news again. Many of the nurses made her feel dirty, as if she had gone along willingly with their crooked schemes. Some of the nurses stood up for her, feeling pity for the young girl forced by her parents to marry at such a young age. They questioned her, time after time, asking who her relatives were, and where they lived. The funeral had come and gone for her mother before she got out. She didn’t care, not having any feelings of affection for her.

Once the bruises healed, they moved her to a different kind of hospital to sort out her mental issues. When the newsmen tried to talk to her, insinuating that she had participated in the plans of killing off the old men, she threw things at them or screamed. She often wished she were back in the basement, by herself. The constant poking and picking of her brain was as uncomfortable as life had been with Gabriel. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

 Of course, this gave the headshrinkers added fuel for their fires, saying she was apathetic. They said she was antisocial. She wouldn’t watch television. The shrinks thought it was odd behavior. She didn’t want to hear the news bulletins about the ‘Black Widow’ anymore. Even the orderlies were calling her the Black Widow behind her back, though, loud enough for her to hear. They made jokes about her. She had a roommate, who gave her a wide berth, staying out of the room whenever possible. Rumors had spread throughout the hospital about how strange she was. Mallory didn’t have a single friend and the only visitors she had were police or detectives, to ask more questions about things she didn’t know.

One Saturday afternoon, Doctor Kane summoned her to his office. He told her to sit down, handing her a pill and a glass of water, which he instructed her to take. Then he started talking about his flower garden to let the pill begin working.

“Mallory,” he began, “The people who you thought were your parents... well... they most likely bought you from someone that took you from your home when you were a toddler. We have no way of knowing, they may have taken you themselves. The police found your real identity through your fingerprints at the house; you were finger printed when you were two.”

“I have different parents? Do you know where they are?” That was great news she thought. Her heart raced and she began to feel dizzy. Whatever the pill was that the doctor gave her wasn’t working too well. The room around her began moving in slow motion, as the doctor called someone into his office. The door opened slowly and gradually the doorway filled with a tall, thin man, who wore a hesitant smile. The man said something to her, but her heart was pounding so loudly and he spoke too softly to understand what he said. He walked toward her. Mallory slumped down in her chair as she passed out.

Waking on the sofa in the doctor’s lounge, Mallory saw the man seated in a chair across the darkened room. He watched her with sad eyes that looked as if he had been crying.

“They tell me that you go by the name of Mallory,” he said. “I doubt if you remember me, but I am your father, and we named you Hope.”

“We... Do I still have a mother?” she asked.

“Yes, but she thought she would come at a different time. We aren’t together anymore, I’m sorry.” He looked overwhelmed with emotion.

“Do you have any pictures?”

“No, I’m sorry, I left in such a hurry when they called, I didn’t think about it. I called Amy, your mother, from the airport. You look a lot like her. Can we go for a walk or do you have to stay in the building?”

“You’ll have to ask Doctor Kane about the rules. I have never had a real visitor before.”

Her father left the room and returned with Doctor Kane. He released her for a weekend visit, to see how everything went. He instructed Mallory to put a change of clothes in a bag to take along.

Her father looked worried and embarrassed, as he asked the doctor where an inexpensive motel was. The doctor was prepared; he had coupons for motels and meals ready, in an envelope in his pocket. Many of his patients would never see a visitor if it wasn’t for some kind of compensation. He knew this was not the case in this instance. There was a motel within walking distance.

“She is ready to be released, if she has a place to go. I didn’t know you and your wife had divorced until I called. It’s not an ideal situation. She needs introduction back into society in a family setting, but you can’t do that. What are her mother’s circumstances? Does she have a stable home environment for her?”

“I don’t know much about Amy’s life anymore. She’s married again and has three small children. When I told her that they found Hope and told her that I was coming up here, it had been a couple of years since we spoke. I lied to Hope about Amy coming at another time. She didn’t mention it. I think Hope would be walking into a built-in babysitter position. I don’t know if that would be good for her or not.”

“I don’t see any information about her siblings, where are they now?”

“Richie died in the service last year and Emily is in college. It costs a lot of money these days. I do appreciate the coupons, thank you.”

“Well, you two enjoy your visit and I will look further into it. Do you think you are ready to take on the responsibility?”

“Let’s see how this weekend goes, but yes, if at all possible I want to take her home.”

Mallory stood in the doorway, mouth open, unable to speak. She had a brother that died, a sister somewhere off in college, and a mother with a new family of her own. She cleared her throat. “I’m ready,” she said quietly, praying silently that she was.



THE END

22 comments:

  1. Oh I hope it works out...somehow...it doesn't sound right.

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  2. I have been discombobulated for days now so I am just now getting around to reading blogs. I played catch up on your story..I LOVE IT...maybe you should add to this one.....nice.

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  3. A stolen child! That's actually a relief, knowing those awful people weren't her real parents, although their treatment of her was still so horrible. I hope she manages to adjust to having nice people around and comes to terms with everything that's happened and going to happen.

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  4. Like osc I am hoping, but not comfortable. Not comfortable at all. And why did the doctor need to drug her before her 'father' arrived...
    This has been a fascinating series. Thank you.

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  5. You are a very good writer. I enjoyed it and wouldn't have minded reading more about this young lady.

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  6. Sounds like an intriguing story with an ending leaving readers wanting more — a sequel?

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    1. No sequel, I wrote that originally as a novella. I truncated it at the point I did to make it a story. I don't write, write anymore.

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  7. I'm so happy I got to read this all at once. I loved it but I think the dad is a lit'l creepy too.. And that dr. I don't know.. I hope there's another story to go with this one!

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  8. I am hopeful for her future, yet somehow I feel she will be in more danger. I do hope I am wrong.

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    1. I thought this was a good way to cut it off ... ;-)

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  9. Sharon, This is excellent, even though an ending so to say, but also a great beginning.

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  10. Wonderful ending dear Sharon!!!
    hope her pray is answered and this time Mallory get his real family back ,amen.
    thank you sooo much for great story my friend!

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