MY DAUGHTER WENDY

Part 3

I sat in the room with my daughter. I was crying . . . she was crying and neither of us could speak, just holding on to each other. Finally, I felt Wendy starting to pull away from me, I could not stop her – not after all she had been through, I opened my arms.
“Why . . . why didn’t you try to get me back?” Wendy asked me, “Why did you let me stay there with HIM?”
I shook my head, “I did try Wendy, but you and your mother just vanished, I tried everywhere to find you, but what happened to your hair?” She used to have blonde hair but now she was dark haired.
“Mummy washes my hair with some dark colored shampoo every couple of weeks, she done that since forever . . . I don’t want that done to me ever more!” She said then she got a strange look in her face, “And I don’t want to take any of that medicine again, they didn’t give me any here but I didn’t mind.”
“What was it?” I asked – while inside I was seething ‘that was why I couldn’t find Wendy, she could have walked right pass me when she was younger, I was looking for my golden haired child’ was running through my head, but I tried to concentrate on her answer.
“It’s the medicine I have to take every night, it tastes strange and peppery. I asked the nurses here why I didn’t have it but they said that since it’s not on my chart I don’t have to have it . . . But mummy said I had to take it every night!” Wendy was confusedly saying.
“What was it for? Do you know?” I asked her.
But she shook her head, “Mummy never said, but she always made sure I took it while they both watched . . . it’s strange but HE always liked watching me take my medicine, he always laughed when I did.” She said.
“Didn’t the bottle have a label on it? Or did you ever see the bottle?” I asked feeling slightly edgy about the container that the ‘medicine’ had been in
“No . . . but it must have been kept in the bathroom, HE would bring out the medicine in its little cup, mummy would hand it to me and make me swallow it,” she made a face as she said that, then she added, “I tried to look for the bottle everywhere but I couldn’t find it.”
Just then, Martha and the nurse entered the room, carrying a suitcase. I turned to them, “Nurse was there any note regarding Wendy’s medication?” I asked her and held up my hand to stop Martha from asking any questions.
“No sir, we were puzzled as Wendy’s doctor didn’t know about any condition she might be suffering from, but then he hadn’t seen her for about nine months.” At my look she added, “I am Wendy’s nurse and had to check on her medical history.”
I quickly let Wendy tell Martha about the medicine she had to take and how it came to her, Martha’s eyes told me she had a good idea what the medicine was as well.
I could see the nurse getting out some clothes for Wendy and so I started to leave the room so that she could dress without my invading her privacy.
“Daddy please stay hears!” Wendy cried out to me, rushing over and pulling on my arm.
I gently pulled away from her but stayed where I was, “But I shouldn’t be here while you dress,” I told her, “And Martha and the nurse will help you.” I added
“Please daddy!” Wendy pleaded and so I relented and sat back down on the chair. The nurse handed Wendy a pair of knickers which she put on under her nightdress, then she removed her nightdress to stand in the middle of the room, her arms were by her side, she didn’t have a curving body, but there were signs of her developing womanhood. She was watching me.
“Why are you doing that Wendy?” Martha carefully asked my daughter, but she was echoing my thoughts.
“Mummy told me that I had to show . . . stand like this when I was dressing, she said that HE wanted to make sure I was properly clothed.” Wendy said her eyes were starting to drip tears as she said that.
“Why that sick . . .” Martha said quietly, but then schooled herself. “Please get dressed Wendy.” She said gently as the nurse started handing Wendy her clothes.
Martha sat down beside me then she spoke just loud enough for me to hear, “You know what that ‘medicine’ was don’t you?” She asked me.
I nodded and kept my answer just as quiet, “Yes, what do you think he was playing at?”
“Well he got a kick out of it I supposed, we’ve tried asking Wendy about other aspects of her home life, but she’s not saying anything.” Martha told me, she took out a notepad and pen and started to write away.
“How are you going to get her to talk?” I asked Martha.
“Well we can’t use the thumbscrews and whips, so I’m afraid we’re relying on you to get her to open up. We do not know much about her home life, as I said she is still a virgin but there is some stretching of her anal tract that looks suspicious. Is it possible that you can spend time with her?” Martha asked me
I smiled, “Well after my little escapade at work I think I’ll have plenty of time to spend with Wendy.” I said.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got some pull and I should be able to help you.” Martha said smiling, and then, noticing that Wendy was now dressed she added, “Can I drop you off?”
I remembered that my car was still parked in the car-park at work, I wasn’t too sure if I’d be allowed to retrieve it, “If you don’t mind, but can we drive a bit slower this time, and I’ll need to buy Wendy some clothes, I think she needs to be brought out of herself.”
Martha looked at the slightly scared girl standing before us and nodded, “I know just the place.” She said and stood up. “Now then Wendy is there anything you needed to pick up from your home before your daddy take you to his?” She asked Wendy brightly.
Wendy looked at her and then at me, “I’m not going back to mummy?” She asked hesitatingly.
“I’m afraid not Wendy, your mother has a little problem at the moment and we don’t know when she’ll be able to have you, that was why you were here in the first place.” Martha said.
Wendy did not answer, but her expression spoke volumes. She came up to me and took my hand, “Let’s go daddy.” She said and pulled me to my feet; well I helped her of course.
I thanked the nurse for her attentiveness and said goodbye to the Sister, then Wendy, Martha and I stepped out of the ward and then the hospital itself.

We got to Martha’s car, she unlocked the doors and opened the back door for Wendy, who held back and kept hold of my arm.