Chapter 42
I walk out of the bedroom with Lilly, throwing her paper plate in the garbage as we pass it on our way to the door. Jamison has finished his lunch, cleaned up his plate and is calmly playing a game on his smartphone.
“I’ll see you at dinner.” Lilly whispers as she kisses my lips.
“I love you.”
She smiles as she leaves out the door. I watch her walk down the hall until she disappears around the corner into the central area of the pack house. I close the door and turn back to my desk.
“Are you still willing to talk?”
“Yes sir. What would you like to know?”
“Let’s finish the story of when Cole took care of you and your siblings. Last thing you mentioned was him wanting to keep your siblings routine in your parents absence but had a difficult time psychologically with bathing a five, three, and one year old pups. You said your parents had a hard time with getting past the pedophile rumors that were going around about him.”
“Yes sir. Dad was less concerned than mom. He had more of an open mind towards him when he realized how rough he had it. While he was fighting with Alpha Redmen to allow Cole to have a real carpentry apprenticeship, which included living with us, he was also fighting with mom over the same thing. I remember there being a lot of late nights where they argued over it. How dad repeatedly reassured her that he would never have that kind of access to the younger kids. He pointed out consistently how he felt Cole was being abused and wanted to give him a break from such treatment. Mom still wasn’t completely on board when Alpha Redmen caved and allowed Cole to move in with the condition that he report for “special training” on the fifteenth of every month.”
“But she obviously let him move in.”
“Yes sir. She wasn’t very happy and acted very distant and cold towards him. It affected him in a really bad way. He was always uncomfortably silent when he was around everyone. It was as if he was afraid to make a mistake. You never heard him when he was in the house and it took him six months before he really came out of his room.”
“So for six months you never saw him?”
“Once he started living with us dad never had another issue with him showing up late. He learned the skills of a carpenter quickly and easily. I would often hear dad talk to mom about how impressed he was with Cole and his ability to pick up new skills so easily. He often commented on how it seemed like Cole was two different people. As he gained confidence in the skills dad was teaching him he became more personable. The more he learned the more he wanted to know. Even started talking to him while on the job but he always shut down when he came home. For the first six months, he would come in, take a shower, sit at the table and eat dinner with us. While dad talked about his day Cole stayed silent. He never took a lot of food and barely ate what he took. Rarely did he ever look at anyone while at the table. If you asked him a question he would answer but his answers were either straightforward and to the point or vague, as if he really didn’t want to talk about the subject.
Unlike his siblings, he was always polite and thoughtful with his answers. He had been with us for seven months when the accident happened with mom and dad. He had just started the month before playing with my sisters in the evening. They loved him within the first month of him being there but it took him six months to start sitting on the floor with them. You could tell how difficult it was for him to stay away and they didn’t make it easy on him to maintain a distance. I too always held a cautious eye on him but I never once saw him lose his cool. For a teenager without kids he has incredible patience towards the little ones. The accident happened the day he had training with his father. I could tell by the way he spoke and moved around that he wasn’t feeling well but he always put on the facade of being okay.
So we made it through the bath. He did all three of them in the tub at the same time. He washed Jerry first before pulling him out, putting him in a towel and handing him to me with just a diaper on. I held him while he coached the girls on how to wash but it became very clear that Caitlyn was very inefficient and Brittany was unable. I could see his hands shaking when he put the soap on the cloth to wash them. I guess he was hoping he wouldn’t have to touch them. He was very quiet and obviously uncomfortable while he worked with them. The only things that he said were simple commands to get them the way he needed as quickly as possible. I don’t know what gave me the impression but I swear he wanted to cry while bathing them.”
“He was that afraid of bathing them?”
Jamie starts nodding his head. “Of touching them while they were naked. Yes, I think so. They picked up on it too. Both of them tried to comfort him but he refused them. They ended up crying when he got angry with them. He felt bad but he just wanted to get them done. He got them dressed and we watched the show we always watch before their 8pm bedtime. The girls had been getting antsy all night and simply didn’t want to sleep without knowing what happened to mom and dad. Even Jerry was unusually difficult to put down. He ended up putting a bunch of blankets on the floor of the girls’ room and laid on the floor with Jerry. I don’t think he meant to fall asleep but he did so I cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom before going to bed.
It was midnight when mom and dad both woke me asking what he did to the kids. I was still asleep and very confused by the question. I got mad at them. Asked them what did they mean, what did he do? He took care of them. He cooked dinner, gave them a bath, and watched their favorite show before putting them to bed.
Cole woke up as soon as dad took Jerry and gave him to mom. They went to the room we gave to Cole while mom put Jerry in his crib. We both went back to Cole’s room and stood outside the door. I don’t remember the entire conversation but what I do remember I don’t think I could ever forget.”
“What happened?”
“I remember dad sounding concerned. When mom and I got to just outside the door Cole was in a panic attack. We could hear it in his voice. He kept telling dad that he needed to take his belt off and beat him. Cole was begging dad to beat him and dad didn’t understand why. Every time Cole said that he needed to be beat my dad asked why. Cole repeatedly said that he saw the kids naked. That he touched them. Dad asked in what way did he touch them and Cole told him that he washed them because they didn’t know how to. Dad tried so hard to convince him that washing them was an acceptable form of touch since they couldn’t quite do it yet but the begging continued anyway. Dad kept repeating why until Cole finally yelled at him. His voice was frustrated and desperate for dad to understand. He yelled “because I can’t handle another beating from my father. If you think I did something wrong then you need to beat me for it. It doesn’t matter if I actually did it. Just please don’t tell my dad. I’ll strip down naked, lay on the bed and you put as much strength as you have into that belt around your waist. I won’t yelp or scream. I won’t wake the kids. Please just don’t tell dad.”
He was hysterical, crying uncontrollably and wheezing badly. Mom and I didn’t look into the room until dad told him to strip down. Mom was going to intervene but stopped suddenly. I guess dad linked her. Cole was too panicked to see us standing in the doorway. It was very painful for him to strip himself of his clothes and dad had to stop him from laying down.”
“Your dad beat him standing up?”
I can see tears forming in Jamie’s eyes as he continues. Shaking his head he starts again.
“No. Dad didn’t beat him at all but for some reason acting like he was going to calmed Cole briefly. Dad was very gentle with his voice when talking to Cole once he was naked. The same marks that are on his chest now are the same as the ones we saw on his back, rear and the back of his thighs. Dad tried to count the number of strikes but they were so crisscrossed together that he couldn’t. He fought with dad when he was told to turn around. I nearly threw up when he finally did. His chest, the front of his thighs, even his privates were torn up badly. Mom was the one that held me and kept me from losing my dinner. I couldn’t look at him anymore after that.”
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