A quick rap echoed from the front door. It was nine a.m. Feral's mother had
watched her daughter, knocking hopelessly on the door, since six that
morning. She refused to open the door. She had a feeling that Dr. Furter
wasn't a very moral person, and she refused to think that he had not done
something to her daughter.
Feral cried into the door, "Mom, please! Open, the door! You were right, ok? You were right!" She was sobbing loudly now, and Catherine flung the door wide. Feral fell forward into her arms, sobbing harder.
Her mother whispered, "Sh.. It's ok.. I've gotten you a new psychologist.."
Feral looked her in the eye, "You were right, Mom.. Dr. Furter never touched me, but I think he was preparing to.. I'm so sorry I was so blind.. You were right.. I need help."
Her mother smiled, "Oh, honey, that's the first step.. We'll get you well, I promise.. Ok? I've signed you up with a new psychologist. His name is Dr. Retruf. I'm sure he'll be nothing like Dr. Furter."
Fay rubbed her eyes, "Thanks, Mom."
She nodded, "It's what I'm here for. Now, you have some medication that you should take, for your depression."
She nodded. Catherine hurried off to get the pills. Fay sat effortlessly in a chair in the kitchen. She was thinking about one million different things: Why did Frank have to rape her? How could such a kind man be so..
So much like Mick.
Her mother returned with water and pills. Fay downed them quickly and stood up, "I'm tired.. I slept on the doorstep since last night.. I'm going to get some real sleep."
"Ok, honey.. You don't have an excuse for missing this school day, but one unexcused absence is ok with me. You'll see Dr. Retruf tomorrow after school."
"Ok." She hurried to the staircase just inside the living room, calling, "See you, Mom."
Frank wiped his moist cheeks. He had no idea why he was crying, but he just couldn't hold it anymore. He had dreamed after Feral had left. He had driven home just fine, then had gone to sleep.. and dreamed. About her.
It hadn't been the expected, controlling nightmare.. but a dream. She had been cutting herself. Fay had been cutting herself with the heel of one of Frank's old platforms. He had stopped her by holding her wrist gently.
He had been wearing his old feminine attire, and Fay cowered when she saw him. Her lips formed the words "raped her". He had silently shaken his head, and bent to her cut arm. He washed his face in her blood, and the make-up faded. The wound disappeared on Fay's arm, and she looked awestruck.
Frank had then begged her to hug him. There was no specific reason why he did this, but he kept begging her to hug him. Finally, she hugged him, out of sympathy. His lingerie faded, and pure, white clothes replaced them.
The last thing that happened was the most dramatic. Mick came in, except now, he was dressed as Riff Raff. He scowled, "Want to beat me again?! Master..?"
Frank looked stunned. Fay saw this and held his hands, facing away from Mick. She whispered, "Forget him. Forget them all."
"I can't, I can't!"
"Do it! Now.."
"Oh God, I can't."
She looked shy for a moment, and then slowly turned his head to look at her. She brushed a hand over his cheek, where a scared tear had jagged over his skin. She gently pressed her lips against his.
There was a moment of fear.
Frank had no idea how to respond. He was afraid that it would feel the same. The same as all of the others. Yet, she urged him, and he lightly parted her lips with his tongue. After a moment, Fay pulled away, "I think I love you.. And the difference between you and I is that.. I didn't need a kiss to tell me that. Please, Frank.. You should have listened.. You always listened before.. But you didn't hear me.. I told you.. Remember..?"
Frank had woken up, only thinking one thing: "There must be a pattern in the men I fall in love with." Now, Frank still rubbed his eyes, as the tears came pouring down his face.
He was ashamed of himself, he realized. He hadn't listened when he really should have. He was a psychologist, always looking for the deeply hidden, and he had missed something left out in the open.
She had begged him in her heart to stop her from leaving the day before. She had hesitated, waited for him to say something about her loving him. His lack of response sealed her sorrow.. And he had missed the point.
And there was only one day left.
Feral cried into the door, "Mom, please! Open, the door! You were right, ok? You were right!" She was sobbing loudly now, and Catherine flung the door wide. Feral fell forward into her arms, sobbing harder.
Her mother whispered, "Sh.. It's ok.. I've gotten you a new psychologist.."
Feral looked her in the eye, "You were right, Mom.. Dr. Furter never touched me, but I think he was preparing to.. I'm so sorry I was so blind.. You were right.. I need help."
Her mother smiled, "Oh, honey, that's the first step.. We'll get you well, I promise.. Ok? I've signed you up with a new psychologist. His name is Dr. Retruf. I'm sure he'll be nothing like Dr. Furter."
Fay rubbed her eyes, "Thanks, Mom."
She nodded, "It's what I'm here for. Now, you have some medication that you should take, for your depression."
She nodded. Catherine hurried off to get the pills. Fay sat effortlessly in a chair in the kitchen. She was thinking about one million different things: Why did Frank have to rape her? How could such a kind man be so..
So much like Mick.
Her mother returned with water and pills. Fay downed them quickly and stood up, "I'm tired.. I slept on the doorstep since last night.. I'm going to get some real sleep."
"Ok, honey.. You don't have an excuse for missing this school day, but one unexcused absence is ok with me. You'll see Dr. Retruf tomorrow after school."
"Ok." She hurried to the staircase just inside the living room, calling, "See you, Mom."
Frank wiped his moist cheeks. He had no idea why he was crying, but he just couldn't hold it anymore. He had dreamed after Feral had left. He had driven home just fine, then had gone to sleep.. and dreamed. About her.
It hadn't been the expected, controlling nightmare.. but a dream. She had been cutting herself. Fay had been cutting herself with the heel of one of Frank's old platforms. He had stopped her by holding her wrist gently.
He had been wearing his old feminine attire, and Fay cowered when she saw him. Her lips formed the words "raped her". He had silently shaken his head, and bent to her cut arm. He washed his face in her blood, and the make-up faded. The wound disappeared on Fay's arm, and she looked awestruck.
Frank had then begged her to hug him. There was no specific reason why he did this, but he kept begging her to hug him. Finally, she hugged him, out of sympathy. His lingerie faded, and pure, white clothes replaced them.
The last thing that happened was the most dramatic. Mick came in, except now, he was dressed as Riff Raff. He scowled, "Want to beat me again?! Master..?"
Frank looked stunned. Fay saw this and held his hands, facing away from Mick. She whispered, "Forget him. Forget them all."
"I can't, I can't!"
"Do it! Now.."
"Oh God, I can't."
She looked shy for a moment, and then slowly turned his head to look at her. She brushed a hand over his cheek, where a scared tear had jagged over his skin. She gently pressed her lips against his.
There was a moment of fear.
Frank had no idea how to respond. He was afraid that it would feel the same. The same as all of the others. Yet, she urged him, and he lightly parted her lips with his tongue. After a moment, Fay pulled away, "I think I love you.. And the difference between you and I is that.. I didn't need a kiss to tell me that. Please, Frank.. You should have listened.. You always listened before.. But you didn't hear me.. I told you.. Remember..?"
Frank had woken up, only thinking one thing: "There must be a pattern in the men I fall in love with." Now, Frank still rubbed his eyes, as the tears came pouring down his face.
He was ashamed of himself, he realized. He hadn't listened when he really should have. He was a psychologist, always looking for the deeply hidden, and he had missed something left out in the open.
She had begged him in her heart to stop her from leaving the day before. She had hesitated, waited for him to say something about her loving him. His lack of response sealed her sorrow.. And he had missed the point.
And there was only one day left.