Suzy’s Strange Saga
Quite frankly, you’ll still not sure if this is a good idea, but you can’t stay silent about what you know.
“Julie, I’m about to tell you something very important and I think it’s going to cause a lot of emotions, but please bear with me.” You say and then when you see Julie’s eyes light up you quickly clarify your statement.
“Uh…not that.”
“…oh…” Julie says disappointed, though she’s going to be even more upset when you reveal what you know.
You start and stop a couple of times, but eventually you tell her you better just show her. You open the desk back up and hand her the box of photos. Julie goes through them silently for a moment and sits down.
“Julie, I dunno what to say.” You remark.
“What’s to say? It is what it is. (Sigh) I thought I got rid of all this stuff though.” Julie responds.
“You…you knew? Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?”
“Wasn’t like I really knew until after he died and by then I didn’t see the point and I thought it might even fuck up the inheritance he left me. Most of the stuff I found when I did go through it weren’t photos like these, but actual magazines or little girl pictures on his computer. I didn’t even know that he was taking photos of you and other friends.”
“Wait. So you never knew until after he died? Are you saying he never touched you?”
“Nope. Never touched me. Never paid much attention to me at all really, he was usually gone on business or otherwise busy as you well know.”
At this point Julie starts to laugh.
“You wanna hear something really fucked up?”
“Um…”
“After I found out my dad was a sicko pedo I got angry and cried as you might expect, but I think a small part of me did so, not because of the horror of such a revelation, but because I thought why didn’t he ever show me as much attention? Why these other girls? I was his daughter. Why wasn’t I…(sob) good enough…” Julie starts to break down.
You’ve never been one to deny how fucked up your family is and you probably have your own set of “daddy issues” on some level, but right now you don’t think you could have such a twisted way of thinking.
To be fair to Julie, she probably doesn’t really have some fucked up desire to want to fuck her dad, its just her being fucked up in general. She’s always been so starved for a positive father figure in her life that her mind is bound to go to places that are a little… well fucked up.
Julie goes into full blown sobbing mode and you realize you’re going to have to be the one to console her now.
“Um…there. There, there now. You don’t mean that.” You say sitting down next to her and patting her on the back. She then of course takes to hugging you while crying.
“I mean in his own…incredibly twisted way he did care about you.” You say.
“What do you mean?”
“Well he left you a shitload of money when he died for one thing. He definitely wanted you to make sure you’d be taken care of if he died. I mean that’s more than my dad did.”
“Your dad wasn’t a fucking pedo.”
“No, but I mean…look your father obviously must’ve known what he was was incredibly wrong and he tried to shield you from it by NOT molesting you. His love for you overwrote his sick lust for little girls. It might’ve even been why he was distant. I mean things could’ve been A LOT worse for you if he had taken an unhealthy interest in you.”
“I…I suppose you’re right. But I just wish…someone could’ve been there for me growing up. I wish my mom hadn’t died when I was little. Maybe it could’ve made the difference of me actually not squandering my youth and acting like brainless whore. All I fucking do is live a shallow existence of hedonism. I don’t even feel good about it anymore. It’s just a never-ending void. I could’ve applied myself to SOMETHING and now the inheritance is starting to run out and I have absolutely no goddamn skills whatsoever.”
This is pretty heavy stuff coming from Julie. She rarely if ever talks about anything deep, and given how personal all this is it’s a bit out of character. Still, you aren’t entirely surprised she’s coming out to you about it. Crushes aside, Julie probably has always felt a bit of a bond with you due to both your mothers dying early and having distant fathers. True your sister is more in line with her lifestyle, but you grew up with her and were friends with her first and its obvious that deep down she’d like to have something stable in her life.
In a weird way you both have also shut yourself in from the outside world. Julie may be fucking strangers and partying all the time, but other than that, she barely interacts with the real world in any meaningful way. She was just a “basement dweller” with a shitload of cash.
In any event you continue to speak with Julie who reveals more about what she knows. She keeps apologizing for her dad taking pictures of you, but you tell her to forget about that now.
She goes on to say she doesn’t know anything about Vanessa, the little girl in one of the pictures that went missing later. She says she barely remembers ever playing with her. (And to your knowledge you never played with her either).
“So you don’t think he had anything to do with her disappearance?” you ask.
“I don’t know. I don’t know everything about my father’s sick habits. I mean I know he looked at pictures obviously, but I can’t say if I found anything more than that. Like I never found any hardcore kiddie porn involving actual sex. Though to be honest, it got to a point where I’d found so much that I didn’t want to look anymore. Hence why this office has never really been touched.” Julie says.
“Hrm. Well I didn’t find anything else other than these photos.”
You take a glance through the photos again and shake your head realizing that this is probably just going to be one of those dark mysteries of what really happened to Vanessa.
Since neither one of you are really willing to play great detective and don’t want to dwell on this anymore, you and Julie destroy the photos. Afterwards you figure Julie will want to go back to her party since she’ll want lose herself in an alcohol and sex filled night as usual, but this situation has put her out of the mood.
“I’m sure whoever is out there will have fun whether I’m there or not. I just don’t think I’m in the mood. Can I just spend time with you? We could eat this pizza and just talk like how we used to remember?” Julie asks.
“Well, I suppose that would be okay.” You answer.
So you and Julie spend the remainder of the night talking. It really isn’t all that bad. It doesn’t even get weird with Julie trying to push for something more, she just maintains a friendly demeanor and nothing more than that. Her spirits are certainly brighter.
Eventually you start to get sleepy and even Julie begins to get tired.
“I hate to stop our discussion, but I’m really getting sleepy. It was sort of an eventful day for me.” You say.
“Sure, I understand, but um…could I ask just one little favor?” Julie asks.
‘What?”
“Well, other than the situation that lead to our talk, I really feel like this was a very positive experience for me. I mean like in a long time. I feel like I’ve reconnected with a friend again. I mean REALLY reconnected.”
“Julie…”
“I know. I know where you think I’m going with this, but can I just sleep here tonight? I just enjoyed our time together that I don’t really want it to end yet, even if we’ll both be asleep.”
“I dunno…where are you going to sleep?”
“Oh, that couch folds out into a bed. I just sleep with you!”
You give Julie a look of disapproval and disbelief.
“I mean…oh you know what I mean! I’ll just take one side of it! Please! I really won’t try anything honest!”
You can’t believe you’re actually considering this…
“(Sigh) All right, but ONLY because this is all my fault for dredging up bad memories in the first place and you’re a bit emotional right now. You can sleep on the left side, but DO NOT expect this to be a regular thing and DO NOT think that your hands or any other parts of your body are going to just roam over to my side in the middle of the night. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if that happens.”
“No, and I swear I won’t try anything! Okay, this is gonna be fun! Like a sleep over! Why didn’t we ever have one of those when we were little?”
“Because my mother was overprotective and I’m starting to think things could’ve been a lot worse for me if she hadn’t been.”
Wasting no time, Julie helps you fold the couch out and gets into the bed. You hesitantly get in on the other side and remind Julie not to touch you. Julie though just seems to be thrilled you’re in the same bed together.
Despite your concerns, you eventually fall asleep…
“Julie, I’m about to tell you something very important and I think it’s going to cause a lot of emotions, but please bear with me.” You say and then when you see Julie’s eyes light up you quickly clarify your statement.
“Uh…not that.”
“…oh…” Julie says disappointed, though she’s going to be even more upset when you reveal what you know.
You start and stop a couple of times, but eventually you tell her you better just show her. You open the desk back up and hand her the box of photos. Julie goes through them silently for a moment and sits down.
“Julie, I dunno what to say.” You remark.
“What’s to say? It is what it is. (Sigh) I thought I got rid of all this stuff though.” Julie responds.
“You…you knew? Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?”
“Wasn’t like I really knew until after he died and by then I didn’t see the point and I thought it might even fuck up the inheritance he left me. Most of the stuff I found when I did go through it weren’t photos like these, but actual magazines or little girl pictures on his computer. I didn’t even know that he was taking photos of you and other friends.”
“Wait. So you never knew until after he died? Are you saying he never touched you?”
“Nope. Never touched me. Never paid much attention to me at all really, he was usually gone on business or otherwise busy as you well know.”
At this point Julie starts to laugh.
“You wanna hear something really fucked up?”
“Um…”
“After I found out my dad was a sicko pedo I got angry and cried as you might expect, but I think a small part of me did so, not because of the horror of such a revelation, but because I thought why didn’t he ever show me as much attention? Why these other girls? I was his daughter. Why wasn’t I…(sob) good enough…” Julie starts to break down.
You’ve never been one to deny how fucked up your family is and you probably have your own set of “daddy issues” on some level, but right now you don’t think you could have such a twisted way of thinking.
To be fair to Julie, she probably doesn’t really have some fucked up desire to want to fuck her dad, its just her being fucked up in general. She’s always been so starved for a positive father figure in her life that her mind is bound to go to places that are a little… well fucked up.
Julie goes into full blown sobbing mode and you realize you’re going to have to be the one to console her now.
“Um…there. There, there now. You don’t mean that.” You say sitting down next to her and patting her on the back. She then of course takes to hugging you while crying.
“I mean in his own…incredibly twisted way he did care about you.” You say.
“What do you mean?”
“Well he left you a shitload of money when he died for one thing. He definitely wanted you to make sure you’d be taken care of if he died. I mean that’s more than my dad did.”
“Your dad wasn’t a fucking pedo.”
“No, but I mean…look your father obviously must’ve known what he was was incredibly wrong and he tried to shield you from it by NOT molesting you. His love for you overwrote his sick lust for little girls. It might’ve even been why he was distant. I mean things could’ve been A LOT worse for you if he had taken an unhealthy interest in you.”
“I…I suppose you’re right. But I just wish…someone could’ve been there for me growing up. I wish my mom hadn’t died when I was little. Maybe it could’ve made the difference of me actually not squandering my youth and acting like brainless whore. All I fucking do is live a shallow existence of hedonism. I don’t even feel good about it anymore. It’s just a never-ending void. I could’ve applied myself to SOMETHING and now the inheritance is starting to run out and I have absolutely no goddamn skills whatsoever.”
This is pretty heavy stuff coming from Julie. She rarely if ever talks about anything deep, and given how personal all this is it’s a bit out of character. Still, you aren’t entirely surprised she’s coming out to you about it. Crushes aside, Julie probably has always felt a bit of a bond with you due to both your mothers dying early and having distant fathers. True your sister is more in line with her lifestyle, but you grew up with her and were friends with her first and its obvious that deep down she’d like to have something stable in her life.
In a weird way you both have also shut yourself in from the outside world. Julie may be fucking strangers and partying all the time, but other than that, she barely interacts with the real world in any meaningful way. She was just a “basement dweller” with a shitload of cash.
In any event you continue to speak with Julie who reveals more about what she knows. She keeps apologizing for her dad taking pictures of you, but you tell her to forget about that now.
She goes on to say she doesn’t know anything about Vanessa, the little girl in one of the pictures that went missing later. She says she barely remembers ever playing with her. (And to your knowledge you never played with her either).
“So you don’t think he had anything to do with her disappearance?” you ask.
“I don’t know. I don’t know everything about my father’s sick habits. I mean I know he looked at pictures obviously, but I can’t say if I found anything more than that. Like I never found any hardcore kiddie porn involving actual sex. Though to be honest, it got to a point where I’d found so much that I didn’t want to look anymore. Hence why this office has never really been touched.” Julie says.
“Hrm. Well I didn’t find anything else other than these photos.”
You take a glance through the photos again and shake your head realizing that this is probably just going to be one of those dark mysteries of what really happened to Vanessa.
Since neither one of you are really willing to play great detective and don’t want to dwell on this anymore, you and Julie destroy the photos. Afterwards you figure Julie will want to go back to her party since she’ll want lose herself in an alcohol and sex filled night as usual, but this situation has put her out of the mood.
“I’m sure whoever is out there will have fun whether I’m there or not. I just don’t think I’m in the mood. Can I just spend time with you? We could eat this pizza and just talk like how we used to remember?” Julie asks.
“Well, I suppose that would be okay.” You answer.
So you and Julie spend the remainder of the night talking. It really isn’t all that bad. It doesn’t even get weird with Julie trying to push for something more, she just maintains a friendly demeanor and nothing more than that. Her spirits are certainly brighter.
Eventually you start to get sleepy and even Julie begins to get tired.
“I hate to stop our discussion, but I’m really getting sleepy. It was sort of an eventful day for me.” You say.
“Sure, I understand, but um…could I ask just one little favor?” Julie asks.
‘What?”
“Well, other than the situation that lead to our talk, I really feel like this was a very positive experience for me. I mean like in a long time. I feel like I’ve reconnected with a friend again. I mean REALLY reconnected.”
“Julie…”
“I know. I know where you think I’m going with this, but can I just sleep here tonight? I just enjoyed our time together that I don’t really want it to end yet, even if we’ll both be asleep.”
“I dunno…where are you going to sleep?”
“Oh, that couch folds out into a bed. I just sleep with you!”
You give Julie a look of disapproval and disbelief.
“I mean…oh you know what I mean! I’ll just take one side of it! Please! I really won’t try anything honest!”
You can’t believe you’re actually considering this…
“(Sigh) All right, but ONLY because this is all my fault for dredging up bad memories in the first place and you’re a bit emotional right now. You can sleep on the left side, but DO NOT expect this to be a regular thing and DO NOT think that your hands or any other parts of your body are going to just roam over to my side in the middle of the night. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if that happens.”
“No, and I swear I won’t try anything! Okay, this is gonna be fun! Like a sleep over! Why didn’t we ever have one of those when we were little?”
“Because my mother was overprotective and I’m starting to think things could’ve been a lot worse for me if she hadn’t been.”
Wasting no time, Julie helps you fold the couch out and gets into the bed. You hesitantly get in on the other side and remind Julie not to touch you. Julie though just seems to be thrilled you’re in the same bed together.
Despite your concerns, you eventually fall asleep…