Stuff I Write: BABY B prt2

Part 1

III.
No one will ever tell baby this story
They will only say that she is an orphan
Baby will grow up and love dolls and enjoy liquorice that will turn her mouth black
She will have friends
In the group home and later in her foster home
She will be normal for a while
Then things will change
First slowly
Barley noticeable
As her foster brother comes in to lay beside her night after night
In the beginning he will not touch her
He knows that he must not touch her
He only longs to be next to her
Inhaling the smell of Bubble Yum and play dough from her skin
Then he will go farther
One day, he will reach under baby’s blouse to feel...
Nothing
It is the absence of a womanly curve that entices him even further
He does not need to force himself upon her
Because he loves her
At age 11, he is the first man that baby will know
She does not know how to act, so she remains silent

IV.
The first time baby cries softly to herself
Because it hurts a little
Yet he kisses her
Softly
And it feels a bit like love should
He tells baby that she is beautiful
That she will break hearts one day
She believes him and hides his promise within her like a road map
One night, they are discovered
As he enters her and she lays silent, thinking of what they will have for lunch tomorrow, her foster mother walks in
The lights are switched on
There is crying
There are too many people in the room now
He is taken away and she never sees him again
She feels it like a lump in her soul
Like a toothache from too much candy that refuses to subside
But she has not had too much
She has barely had enough of him before he is sent away forever
She believes that he is the only one who loves her
Baby tries to go to him
Over and over again, she runs away
After a while everyone tires of looking for her