The Last Jeskey - Chapter 27

 

The Last Jeskey

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 27

 

(Day 5 – Monday)

 

Freaky

 

If I thought that shelter place was weird, it was nothing like this place.  Something called a behavior center…or something like that.  Was this where they brought all the women who didn’t know how to behave?  Because if it was, I could tell them about a whole bunch of women out there who needed straightening out.

Wilcox led me out of his room and to a closed door.  I watched as he pushed some little buttons next to it and a small light changed.  Then he opened the door and led me though.  What did the buttons have to do with opening the door?  I was never going to figure out the world I had found myself in.

As he led me through, I noticed a number of people there, and they weren’t just women.  I was surprised to see men there too.  I was quick to notice that all the women seemed to be wearing the same kind of pink outfits, and the men were wearing blue.  What surprised me even more was that some of those people looked sick, like there was something wrong with them.

“Carol!” Wilcox called out.

He led me to a woman who was wearing a green top with matching green pants.  And this was some place that I had thought would teach women how to behave?  Maybe I was wrong about that.

“This is Freaky,” Wilcox told her.  “Please take good care of her.”

He turned to me.  “Good luck here Freaky,” he told me before turning and walking away.

“Freaky?” Carol said.  “Really?  Who the hell named you that?”

Why didn’t anyone seem to like my name?

“Come on,” she said like it was the greatest bother in the world.  “Let’s get started.”  As she led me further inside, she called out, “Angela, Wanda.  Give me a hand.  We’ve got another one.”  She turned and looked toward me.  “And how we’re going to deal with all that hair I’ll never know.”

I grabbed my hair and hugged it to me.

They had a warm rain room too!  I was so happy to see that.  I immediately wondered if every place had one.  That would be really nice.  I noticed that just like Natalie’s husband, the cop, and all the other cops in that place where they had first taken me, Carol, Wanda, and Angela all wore matching clothes.  I thought that was nice.  In fact, they looked a lot more comfortable than the ones the cops all wore.  They would have been great except for one thing – pants!  Why did all the women in the world wear pants when they weren’t supposed to?  Well not all women.  Pamela at least had worn a dress.  That had been so nice to see.  But I had noticed that Pamela also did a bunch of things that women weren’t supposed to be doing, like diving, and reading, and writing, and I was sure a lot of other things.

“I’m sorry,” Carol said to me.  “But like it or not, we need to see you naked so we can examine you and check for contraband, and then we need to get you into the shower and get you clean.”

“Examine me?  Like that doctor did a few days ago?” I asked.

“Doctor?” she asked.

“I never saw a doctor before,” I told her.  “I thought he wanted me naked so he could have sex with me like my uncles all do, but he didn’t.  He wanted to look at my body instead.  No sex at all.  That was weird.”

“Sex with your uncles?” Angela said.

“Sure.  That’s one of the main things girls are for.  You know that.”

“Maybe we better just check you over and get you clean,” Carol said.  “Turn around, I’ll unzip your dress for you.”

I dropped my dress, kicked my shoes off, and removed my panties and bra.  All three of those women looked me over and touched me all over and examined me to the point where I was very uncomfortable with it.

“What the hell happened to your back?” Carol asked.  “It’s covered in scars.”

“I don’t know,” I told her.  “I can’t see my back.  But that’s where the guys whip me when I’m bad.”

“They whip you?”

“When I’m bad,” I replied.  “It’s usually part of my punishments.”

They moved onto my front side.  Carol, for some reason, was fascinated with my vagina.  “What happened to you there?” she asked.

“I don’t know.  It’s always been that way,” I told her.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.  Why should it?”

She fingered it some and discovered she couldn’t get her finger into it.  “What the hell?  It looks like there’s no opening at all!  How the hell do they have sex with you with it like that?  Don’t answer that!” she added quickly.  “I don’t need to know.  I don’t want to know.  All I need to know is that you’ve got nothing hidden inside there.”

“Inside?” I said.  “There is no inside.”

“Turn around and bend over,” she ordered.

I couldn’t figure out why, but I did.  And then I felt her fingers pushing into my asshole a little bit.  “Oh!” I said.  “Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted sex?”

“I don’t!” she said as she removed her fingers.

“She’s clean,” she told Wanda and Angela.  Clean her up.”

I thought she had just said I was clean.  I happily went into that rain room and started to play, but Carol came in quickly and grabbed all my hair, trying to hold it so it wouldn’t get wet.  “We don’t have blow dryers here,” she told me.  “And even with a blow dryer, we don’t have time to dry this much hair.  Now clean yourself up!”

I had no idea what a blow dryer was, except maybe that hot air thing that the hairdresser woman had used on it back at Natalie’s house.  Like it or not, Wanda and Angela made me use soap and a washcloth all over my body.  That wasn’t nearly as much fun as just playing in the nice warm water.”

“Damn it!” Carol yelled.  “I’m getting all wet!  Why can’t you just cut this mess off your head?”

What mess?

After the rain room, Wanda and Angela helped dry me off, which I thought was very nice of them.  Then Carol handed me my panties and bra back.  To save time, Wanda fastened my bra behind me.  Then Carol surprised me by handing me some new clothes.  When I looked at them, they were just like the ones they were wearing, except instead of being green, they were pink, like the other women I had seen were wearing.  But it wasn’t the color that upset me.

“No!” I shouted.  “I’m a girl!”

“But they’re pink…for girls!” Carol argued.

“Girls don’t wear pants!  Ever!  I don’t know why all the women I see are wearing them, but it isn’t right!  Good girls don’t wear pants.  Bo and the guys have told me that many times.  And I’m a good girl!”

“Freaky!” Carol yelled.  “You’re beginning to make me think they named you exactly right.  You’re starting to sound like a real freak!  You either put that outfit on, or we’re going to put it on you!”

“No!” I shouted back.  “I’m a good girl.  The guys would kill me if they found out.  And I mean kill me!”

“Hold her down!” Carol yelled.

Ten minutes later, I was in a room that they told me was all for me.  The room had a bed in it, an empty dresser, an empty shelf, and a chair.  I was still mad as I could be because I was wearing that pink top and those matching pink pants.  Scrubs they had called them.  I didn’t understand.  Scrubbing was what you did when you cleaned something.  Were these clothes made for cleaning?  Nobody seemed interested in explaining any of it to me.

I had never worn pants before, and trust me, they were taking some getting used to.  They were very uncomfortable.  How did men stand wearing them with all that material between their legs?  Trying to get used to them, and not wanting to just sit in that room, I wandered out for a better look around.  As I had noticed before, the women all wore pink and the men all wore blue, but otherwise, their clothes seemed to be exactly the same.

I can tell you that the people at the shelter were a lot more friendly than everyone I saw here.  Nobody said anything to me.  They all looked at me strangely as if they didn’t trust me, then went back to what they were doing, mostly just wandering around by themselves…like I was doing.  And I was right.  More than a few of them looked sick.

“They had one of those TV things there too, and a lot of the people were watching it.  I didn’t like TV, and I couldn’t understand how anyone else could like it either.  Maybe they understood it better than I did.

“Freaky!”

I turned and saw a man wearing the same green outfit that Carol and her friends had worn.  And this was a man!

“Come on,” he said.  “One of the doctors wants to see you now.”

“A doctor?” I asked.  “Does he want to examine me too?”

“I think that’s the general idea he said as I followed him through the room.”

“Will he want sex with me?” I asked.

“I seriously doubt it,” the man said.

He led me to a door and another tiny room.  I saw a man inside.

“Are you Freaky?” the man asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Come in, please,” he told me.

I went in and that man in the green outfit left and closed the door.

“I’m Doctor Knox,” the doctor said.  He came over to me and shook my hand.  What a strange experience.  “Sit.  Please,” he said as he waved his arm toward a chair.  I sat and waited.

“I’ve been reading over some of the notes on you that a Jessica Kriss sent us.”

“Miss Kriss,” I told him.

“Yes,” he replied.  “I get the impression that you’ve had some interesting experiences in your life?”

Interesting?  “I don’t know what you mean.  I’m a good girl.  I do what I’m supposed to.  Or at least I try to.”

“I’m sure you do,” he said.  “But let me start with something else.  Your name is very unusual,” he said.

“It is?  Why?”

“Did your mother ever tell you why she named you Freaky?”

“I never had a mother,” I told him.  “And I guess my name is really Freak.  I just told Natalie that I like Freaky better and everyone has been calling me Freaky instead.”

“Your name is actually Freak,” he said as if he didn’t believe it.

“That’s what I’ve always been called.  The guys say, have the freak do this, or have the freak do that.  They all just call me Freak.”

“What guys?”

“My uncles.”

“Uncles,” he said as if he wasn’t happy.  He seemed to sigh, then said.  “Freaky, and I’m going to keep calling you that since you like it better.”

I shrugged.  That was up to him.

“You said you didn’t have a mother.  Do you remember your father?”

“A father?  No,” I said.  “I never had a father.  I only remember my uncles.”

“So you don’t remember your real parents at all.”

I sat there and tried to think about that.  “I don’t know,” I told him.  “Way back.  Way, way back before I can really remember much.  I think there was someone.  A man and a woman maybe.  But I was so young then and I really don’t remember them at all.  It’s always just been me and my uncles.”

“So you have no idea what happened to your mother and father, and you were raised by your uncles instead.”

I shrugged.  “You’d have to ask them.  But Bo is dead now.  So is Steve and Ben.  Oh, and they told me that Dave just died too.  But there’s still Gary.”

“All those people have died,” he said.  “How long have they been gone?”

“You mean dead?  Just a few days.  Dave may have died yesterday.  That’s when they told me about him.”

“You don’t seem particularly upset about it.”

“Upset?  Am I supposed to be?”

“Didn’t you love them?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“Feel any affection for them.”

“Oh, they had sex with me all the time.  Like that?”

“Not quite what I was thinking,” he said.

“I’ve never met a doctor before,” I told him.  “Not until that day when Bo and the guys were shot.”

“Someone shot them?  Do you know who did it?”

“Roxie did it,” I told him.

“Roxie,” he said.  “Freaky, were you there when they were shot?  Did you see it happen?”

“Of course.  I’m a good girl.  I know I’m not supposed to be seen by other people, but Roxie wouldn’t let me leave.  She even pointed the gun at me to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.”

“So you saw it all happen.”

“Yes.  Of course.  That cop asked me all about it already.  That was the first day I ever saw a doctor.  Now you’re the second one who wants to examine me.  Are you going to want to see me naked too?”

“No Freaky.  I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“I don’t understand.  How many kinds of doctors are there?”

“A lot, I’m afraid.”

I sighed.  “Maybe doctors are another thing I don’t understand.  Just like everything else.”

“Freaky, I’m a doctor who specializes in your mind.  When people have mental problems, I try to help them.”

“Good!” I said.  ‘Cause ever since I’ve left the farm I’ve seen lots of people who need help.  Most of them women.  And none of them seem to know the difference between men’s business and women’s business.  And why is it that none of them seem to understand that good girls don’t wear pants.  Look at me,” I said.  “I’m wearing pants.  But it’s only because they made me.  They forced me to wear them.”

“Who told you that women don’t wear pants?” the doctor asked.

“Bo.  All the guys.”

“And you said something a minute ago about girls not being seen?”

I shook my head.  “You know this!  All the girls and women should know it.”

“Know what?” he said.  “Pretend I’m stupid and I don’t understand.”

“Oh,” I said as I realized what he was doing.  “You’re trying to see how well I understand it.  I understand it just fine.  Bo and the guys make sure of it.  They punish me if I get something wrong.”

“Freaky,” he said.  “There’s so many questions I have right now, but let’s go back to what I just asked.  Can you explain what you meant by girls shouldn’t be seen?”

“Sure,” I said, trying to be patient.  “Basically, it’s just that girls shouldn’t get in the way of men’s business.  They should just do whatever the men want them to, then get out of the way where they’re not seen or heard.  Bo and the guys were always real strict about that one.”

“I see,” Doctor Knox replied.  He looked at me for a moment then said.  “Freaky, in this first meeting, I really wanted to just meet you and get a sense of who you are.  Maybe start getting into your earliest background a little bit.  But you said you don’t remember your mother and father.”

“I didn’t have one,” I told him again.

“But you remembered a man and a woman.”

“Sort of.  But not really.  And I don’t know who they were.”

He looked at me as if he was trying to consider something, then said.  “Okay, we’ll get into that another time.  It’s getting late now, and I really just wanted to meet you.  Especially after Doctor Wilcox told me a little bit about you.  So you don’t remember your parents.  Just living with your uncles.”

“I’ve lived with them all my life.  Bo, Steve, Ben, Dave, and Gary.  Bo is in charge though.  Steve, Ben, Dave, and Gary all call him Dad.  They all have me call them uncle.  Uncle Bo, Uncle Steve, Uncle Ben…”

“I get it,” the doctor told me.  “And you said that some of them were murdered.”

“Roxie shot Bo, Steve, and Ben.  Miss Kriss told me that Uncle Dave died in a car accident afterwards.”

He looked at me for another moment, then said.  “So who’s left out of all your uncles?”

“Just Gary.  He’s going to have to take care of me now.”

“At least you have him,” the doctor said.

“Yeah but….”

“But what?”

“Gary’s mean.  He likes hurting me more than the others.”