Kaielen
12-24-03, 06:40 AM
***This story is a slight adaptation of a TRUE story***
***This story is also for the rant hall people who seem to have lost that...Christmas feeling. There isn't anything different and a lack of goodwill towards man, you're just in a pissy mood and need to remember that there are people that need your good cheer and my good cheer and everyone's good cheer for that matter. Now...for your reading enjoyment and to share more of my twisted life with you goofballs...my story.***
I went shopping last night, just to pick up some last minute things for family/friends/yada-yada. So far the best deal I've gotten on a Christmas gift this year is $50.00 for a 1985 Firebird. Anyway...
I was just browsing the coffee pots when I hear something strange; The sound of crying. So, I grab my coffee pot and circle around the aisle looking for the source of the sobbing. As I come around into the furniture section of the store, there's a little girl holding her knees to her chest and crying underneath a table.
"Hey there. What's wrong?"
After a moment she looks up and through slightly tangled hair I see this dirty face looking back out at me. "I lost my mommy."
"Oh! Hey, that's no problem, darlin. She's probably right around in another aisle. Let's go look for her."
At this she started to sob again and every word was punctuated with a hiccup. "She *hic* got *hic* on *hic* the *hic* bus *hic* outside *hic* and *hic* left *hic* me."
My heart suddenly did one of those things where you're afraid you're either going to puke it up, or it's going to fall out of your ass. I froze for a moment and I don't know how to explain the depth of the horror I felt when I heard this.
My mind raced. I had two choices. Call the police and doom this little girl to a Christmas with state officials...or find her parent/parents and see that she's with her family when the fat guy lands on the roof.
Now, I hate kids. I'm serious. I don't like them. They bother me. I prefer for them to get to at least 12 or 13, then they're tolerable because they're not as freaking loud and you can lock them outside and know that they can take care of themselves.
This little girl, when asked about her age, responded; "I'm Cindy and I am seven years old."
Oh, @#%$. I hate kids. Especially when they're this young. If I were Michael Jackson I might be doing alright and thinking that my Christmas present had arrived early. I'm trained as a police officer and am not a sick, twisted, nasty, dirty, should-be-dead, cowardly, piece of @#%$, so all I thought was that my luck really sucked. Why did I have to find this freaking kid and be stuck with her. @#%$ it, it's not my problem. I don't have to worry about her annoying little crying dirty ass. Let someone else do it. That's what a cop is for, right?
"What's wrong?"
I turn my head...and am met with a vision of beauty. An angel had come.
Actually, her name was Kate.
"She's...lost. Her mother got on a bus and left her and I guess she wandered in here and hid."
"Oh my God!" At this she moves forward and scoops the little girl up, dirt and all, and proceeds to use a kleenex from her purse and spit to wipe the girl's face clean. There was a pretty brat under all of the dirt. "Have you called the police?"
"I thought about it, but what the hell are they going to do other than turn her over to family services. It's Christmas and she's going to spend it in a..." At this I couldn't finish because the little girl (who actually was a little doll) was looking at me with huge blue tear-filled eyes.
"I didn't think of that. What do you think we should do?"
At this I propose getting the hell out of here and going to my house to warm up and wash up. We also finish shopping for a new (clean) set of clothes for Cindy and grab her a teddy bear for good measure.
We agree to take my car and leave Kate's parked in the store lot. After about 5 minutes, Cindy had fallen asleep propped on her teddy in the back seat. I chuckled at the sight in the rearview, and Kate moved closer to me to whisper, "What are we going to do?"
"I have no idea. I've never had to take care of a kid before."
"It's not that hard, but I was talking about where we're going to take her. We could just take her to the police and-"
"No way, hell no. I've been there done that when I was a kid, and I'll not be an accomplice to subjecting a child to that nightmare. Savvy?"
"You were in an orphanage?"
"For two days and one night. It was the most frightening and humiliating experience of my life. I still have nightmares. No WAY she's going there."
"For someone who doesn't like children, you sure are protective of one you don't even know."
"Who says I don't like children?"
"The way you act towards them. It's okay, my brother is the same way."
"How old is he?"
"20."
"So you're, what...?"
"23. You?"
"25. Listen...what the hell are we going to do with this kid?"
"I told you...I don't know, I was just going along with you."
"Great...road trip for Moon Unit the wonder hippy-love child who was forgotten at a bus stop. Sounds like a country song."
"Shhh! You'll wake her." Kate said it with a giggle, though.
After we got her back, Kate gave Cindy a bath and got her into the new clothes, while I asked questions through the bathroom door. Believe it or not, Cindy was a sharp little brat, and knew her address and phone number and her mom and dad's full names and where they worked. I wrote these down and took a mad dash to the computer. Within a few minutes I had two street addresses to go with the names.
The first one was her mom...but the second one interested me more.
We took the trip there first.
As I rang the doorbell I lit a cigarette and looked back to Kate, who was kneeling behind Cindy and had her arms around her in a motherly sort of way. I had a weird kind of insta-fantasy that Kate was my wife, Cindy my daughter and we were all ringing the doorbell on Christmas morning at the family's house. I was pulled from my daydream by the sound of a door opening.
"Yes?" A middle aged woman looked from me to Kate, and then to Cindy.
"Mee-maw? Cindy stared."
"Cin...Cindy? CINDY!!!" The woman scooped the little girl up and proceeded to assault her with kisses from ears to eyeballs. Poor kid.
"Hey...before you drown her, can I ask how you know this kid?"
"She's my granddaughter!" The woman was screaming and still kissing the brat. To the point where Cindy was looking like she was being crushed.
"God damn it, woman. Stop it. You're scaring the holy @#%$ out of her."
"I'm sorry...it's just that since my son, her father, died and that...mother...of hers took her...we haven't seen her."
"Well...her mother left her at a bus stop today...so I think you win by default." I patted Cindy on the head. "Congratulations. Merry Christmas."
"Oh my, God! Please come in! I don't know how to thank you...I don't even know your names!"
"Logan and Kate." I said as I turned to go. Kate was giving me an odd look, and something tugged at my sleeve. I looked down.
Cindy had her arms stretched up towards me and had tears in her eyes. I hesitated for a moment, then patted her on the head. "Take care of yourself, kid." Then...thinking better of it, I knelt down and picked her up for a full body hug. "Told you I'd take care of ya, didn't I?"
"Thank you, Kyle." Cindy then gave me a kiss on my cheek. And I had to fight back an odd urge for tears to come into my eyes. Cindy then stretched out arms towards Kate, and I handed her over. Kate then handed her back to the woman, and I heard the two exchange phone numbers and information.
"I will testify if you go for custody!" I shouted back at the woman, who smiled and waved happily, then, "Let's get the hell out of here." to Kate.
"Hey..." Kate stopped outside of the car.
"Yeah?"
"You going to ask me to dinner tonight?"
"You going to shoot me down?"
Kate laughed and whispered, "nope."
"Fine, then I'm asking you to dinner."
Kate circled the car slowly, a smile on her face, and as she kissed me she whispered, "This is me not shooting you down."
***Forgive spelling and grammar...I'm not checking it.***
***This story is also for the rant hall people who seem to have lost that...Christmas feeling. There isn't anything different and a lack of goodwill towards man, you're just in a pissy mood and need to remember that there are people that need your good cheer and my good cheer and everyone's good cheer for that matter. Now...for your reading enjoyment and to share more of my twisted life with you goofballs...my story.***
I went shopping last night, just to pick up some last minute things for family/friends/yada-yada. So far the best deal I've gotten on a Christmas gift this year is $50.00 for a 1985 Firebird. Anyway...
I was just browsing the coffee pots when I hear something strange; The sound of crying. So, I grab my coffee pot and circle around the aisle looking for the source of the sobbing. As I come around into the furniture section of the store, there's a little girl holding her knees to her chest and crying underneath a table.
"Hey there. What's wrong?"
After a moment she looks up and through slightly tangled hair I see this dirty face looking back out at me. "I lost my mommy."
"Oh! Hey, that's no problem, darlin. She's probably right around in another aisle. Let's go look for her."
At this she started to sob again and every word was punctuated with a hiccup. "She *hic* got *hic* on *hic* the *hic* bus *hic* outside *hic* and *hic* left *hic* me."
My heart suddenly did one of those things where you're afraid you're either going to puke it up, or it's going to fall out of your ass. I froze for a moment and I don't know how to explain the depth of the horror I felt when I heard this.
My mind raced. I had two choices. Call the police and doom this little girl to a Christmas with state officials...or find her parent/parents and see that she's with her family when the fat guy lands on the roof.
Now, I hate kids. I'm serious. I don't like them. They bother me. I prefer for them to get to at least 12 or 13, then they're tolerable because they're not as freaking loud and you can lock them outside and know that they can take care of themselves.
This little girl, when asked about her age, responded; "I'm Cindy and I am seven years old."
Oh, @#%$. I hate kids. Especially when they're this young. If I were Michael Jackson I might be doing alright and thinking that my Christmas present had arrived early. I'm trained as a police officer and am not a sick, twisted, nasty, dirty, should-be-dead, cowardly, piece of @#%$, so all I thought was that my luck really sucked. Why did I have to find this freaking kid and be stuck with her. @#%$ it, it's not my problem. I don't have to worry about her annoying little crying dirty ass. Let someone else do it. That's what a cop is for, right?
"What's wrong?"
I turn my head...and am met with a vision of beauty. An angel had come.
Actually, her name was Kate.
"She's...lost. Her mother got on a bus and left her and I guess she wandered in here and hid."
"Oh my God!" At this she moves forward and scoops the little girl up, dirt and all, and proceeds to use a kleenex from her purse and spit to wipe the girl's face clean. There was a pretty brat under all of the dirt. "Have you called the police?"
"I thought about it, but what the hell are they going to do other than turn her over to family services. It's Christmas and she's going to spend it in a..." At this I couldn't finish because the little girl (who actually was a little doll) was looking at me with huge blue tear-filled eyes.
"I didn't think of that. What do you think we should do?"
At this I propose getting the hell out of here and going to my house to warm up and wash up. We also finish shopping for a new (clean) set of clothes for Cindy and grab her a teddy bear for good measure.
We agree to take my car and leave Kate's parked in the store lot. After about 5 minutes, Cindy had fallen asleep propped on her teddy in the back seat. I chuckled at the sight in the rearview, and Kate moved closer to me to whisper, "What are we going to do?"
"I have no idea. I've never had to take care of a kid before."
"It's not that hard, but I was talking about where we're going to take her. We could just take her to the police and-"
"No way, hell no. I've been there done that when I was a kid, and I'll not be an accomplice to subjecting a child to that nightmare. Savvy?"
"You were in an orphanage?"
"For two days and one night. It was the most frightening and humiliating experience of my life. I still have nightmares. No WAY she's going there."
"For someone who doesn't like children, you sure are protective of one you don't even know."
"Who says I don't like children?"
"The way you act towards them. It's okay, my brother is the same way."
"How old is he?"
"20."
"So you're, what...?"
"23. You?"
"25. Listen...what the hell are we going to do with this kid?"
"I told you...I don't know, I was just going along with you."
"Great...road trip for Moon Unit the wonder hippy-love child who was forgotten at a bus stop. Sounds like a country song."
"Shhh! You'll wake her." Kate said it with a giggle, though.
After we got her back, Kate gave Cindy a bath and got her into the new clothes, while I asked questions through the bathroom door. Believe it or not, Cindy was a sharp little brat, and knew her address and phone number and her mom and dad's full names and where they worked. I wrote these down and took a mad dash to the computer. Within a few minutes I had two street addresses to go with the names.
The first one was her mom...but the second one interested me more.
We took the trip there first.
As I rang the doorbell I lit a cigarette and looked back to Kate, who was kneeling behind Cindy and had her arms around her in a motherly sort of way. I had a weird kind of insta-fantasy that Kate was my wife, Cindy my daughter and we were all ringing the doorbell on Christmas morning at the family's house. I was pulled from my daydream by the sound of a door opening.
"Yes?" A middle aged woman looked from me to Kate, and then to Cindy.
"Mee-maw? Cindy stared."
"Cin...Cindy? CINDY!!!" The woman scooped the little girl up and proceeded to assault her with kisses from ears to eyeballs. Poor kid.
"Hey...before you drown her, can I ask how you know this kid?"
"She's my granddaughter!" The woman was screaming and still kissing the brat. To the point where Cindy was looking like she was being crushed.
"God damn it, woman. Stop it. You're scaring the holy @#%$ out of her."
"I'm sorry...it's just that since my son, her father, died and that...mother...of hers took her...we haven't seen her."
"Well...her mother left her at a bus stop today...so I think you win by default." I patted Cindy on the head. "Congratulations. Merry Christmas."
"Oh my, God! Please come in! I don't know how to thank you...I don't even know your names!"
"Logan and Kate." I said as I turned to go. Kate was giving me an odd look, and something tugged at my sleeve. I looked down.
Cindy had her arms stretched up towards me and had tears in her eyes. I hesitated for a moment, then patted her on the head. "Take care of yourself, kid." Then...thinking better of it, I knelt down and picked her up for a full body hug. "Told you I'd take care of ya, didn't I?"
"Thank you, Kyle." Cindy then gave me a kiss on my cheek. And I had to fight back an odd urge for tears to come into my eyes. Cindy then stretched out arms towards Kate, and I handed her over. Kate then handed her back to the woman, and I heard the two exchange phone numbers and information.
"I will testify if you go for custody!" I shouted back at the woman, who smiled and waved happily, then, "Let's get the hell out of here." to Kate.
"Hey..." Kate stopped outside of the car.
"Yeah?"
"You going to ask me to dinner tonight?"
"You going to shoot me down?"
Kate laughed and whispered, "nope."
"Fine, then I'm asking you to dinner."
Kate circled the car slowly, a smile on her face, and as she kissed me she whispered, "This is me not shooting you down."
***Forgive spelling and grammar...I'm not checking it.***