Chapter Four: I'll Tell You About My Dad

"Umm, I, I never knew my father."

The knot that had been tied in Olivia's stomach had just gotten tighter. If she doesn't know her father, then it probably wasn't incest, said the voice inside Olivia's head once again. But who knows? It could have been an uncle or cousin. Or my first probable cause of this baby; rape. But like I said: I can't jump to conclusions. Before Olivia could ask Kelly if she had any other close male relatives, she was curious to know about her father. "And, why don't you know him?" As of that moment, Olivia knew that she said the wrong question at the wrong time. She's never going to speak up now." said that voice again. Luckily, and unexpectedly, she got a response from Kelly.

"Umm, I really don't want to talk about it."

"That's okay, I didn't really mean to ask you-"

"But I will."

Olivia sat down in the chair, which happened to be very uncomfortable. Hospital chairs aren't the comfiest, though. She was now prepared to listen to a conversation that would change her perspective on Kelly.

Like any other normal eleven-year old girl, Kelly Como liked to crush on boys in her 6th grade class. Luckily for Kelly, guys were easily attracted to her. So one Friday evening Kelly called up a guy from her class, whose name was Will (apparently he was the one who told her to call him). They were talking on the phone for about an hour when Rhonda picked up another phone in their household to call up one of her friends (to see if they could go drinking at bar together) when she overheard Kelly talking to Will on the phone.

Rhonda stormed up the stairway and ran into Kelly's bedroom without knocking (hell, she never knocked), and immediately grabbed the phone from Kelly and hung it up. Once again, the rage the alcohol would cause had taken over her body.

"Mom, what the heck did you just to that for!"

"You, you little ungrateful whore, you- you know you're not aloud to talk on the phone with a guy!"

"Mom, get over it! He's just a friend!" Although half of what she just said was a lie, what was Kelly supposed to tell her mom- 'That's he's this really cute guy who's says I'm really pretty and might ask me out sometime sooner or later'?

"A friend? Huh? Just a friend? I'll tell you what a "friend" is. He's someone who'll rape you just like your so-called father raped me! And then you'll end up pregnant just like I did, and then for the rest of your damn life you'll have to look at that child, with horrible memories! You know what, Kelly? I should have terminated that pregnancy, because I should have known you were going to grow up into a slut!"

"I am not a slut! Just because I talk to a friend on the phone who happens to be a guy, you call me a slut! What kind of a mother are you- calling your own daughter that!"

"Kelly, don't you ever talk to me like that again! I am your mother! I raised your ugly little self for eleven years so far, and I never wanted a daughter who acted like this! As a matter of fact, I never even wanted you! Ever! You are a daughter of a rapist! You hear me- YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF A RAPIST!"

After remembering what had happened to years earlier, Kelly began to tell Olivia about her father, and who he really was.

"When my mom was in her twenties, she went to this bar. She got really drunk and met this guy, I don't know his name, because my mother, well- she never knew (or remembered) his name. He told her that she could come to her place, so he took her out from the noisy bar. She went willingly with him into his car, and he drove to his apartment. After, they got out of his Sedan and took the elevator up to where his place was- on the seventh floor. I remember my mom telling me that he asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. She said yes, but then he had a better idea. He'd grab all the liquor that he had from his fridge, and got drunk even more. Then the next thing she knew, he was on top of her, raping her. She tried to save herself from him, but nothing worked. Then, that's how I came along."

Olivia sat there in silence, not able to say anything. From what it sounded like, Kelly's mother had gotten drunk the night of the rape. She could have been an alcoholic, the voice inside Olivia's head just wouldn't seem to leave her mind. She could still be an alcoholic. Right now Olivia seemed like telling her head to shut up, and to stop jumping to conclusions, but that would probably lead her to an evaluation session with the psychiatrist, Dr, George Huang.

"So, I guess that's all there is about my dad."

Since it was Olivia who felt like her mouth wouldn't let any more words come out about Kelly's father, she remembered about her incest theory.

"Kelly, do you have any uncles or male cousins, or even grandfathers?" Right after Olivia asked that, she had realized that she made "grandfathers" plural. After listening to the dreadful story about Kelly's dad, there was no way that she could have had more than one grandfather that she knew. Unless, of course, if Kelly's mother's dad was gay.

"I never knew my grandparents. Obviously, I never had any on my dad's side because, well, you know. But my mother's parents had died in a car crash when she was 23. Oh, and I don't have any uncles or cousins; my mom was an only child."