Chapter 112

"Krista, Krista, it's me! I'm not going to hurt you!" he tried to calm her and saw that it wasn't working. Looking down at his uniform he started quickly taking it off

"No daddy! No more! Please NO!" she screamed out when he started to undress.

"Krista, look at my face, I'm Albert, not your father. He's dead. Come on, sweetheart, look at my face, my face Darlin'," he kept repeating as he calmly walked toward her. Trying his best not to startle her.

"NO! Please don't touch me again! It hurts! Please, daddy!" she pleaded curling into a ball in the corner of the room, holding her hands out in front of her as if to shield herself from him.

"My God, what has he done to you? Darlin', can you remember our wedding today?" he said sitting
on the bed in hopes it would calm her down if he didn't get too close. He was afraid to push her in the
delicate frame of mind she was in at the moment.

She had her arms wrapped around herself and was rocking herself back and forth on her heels. She seemed not to hear him at all.

"Krista, remember your wonderful shop? Do you remember that?" he asked rubbing his hand over his head trying to think what to do to bring her back to the present.

Again she did not respond all she could do was to rock herself.

"Krista, I'm going to call Krystal and have her to come and help you," AJ told her, frantic with worry,
he reached for the telephone.

"No! Daddy, no!" her voice sounded like a child's as she jumped to her feet and begged, "Please, don't get Krystal! I will do what ever you want! Please leave her alone!" Approaching AJ she ran her hands down his chest and started to remove his pants. "I will do anything, daddy!"

AJ, shocked, grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently, "Krista, I'm not your father. I'm your husband." Upset and not knowing what to do, he took her hand and held it to her stomach letting her feel where their children were growing. Hoping and praying one would kick her and she would realize what it was. A tiny kick nudged her hand and he looked into her wild eyes, "Krista feel that? It's our babies."

"You made me pregnant? Daddy, I can't have a baby! I'm only thirteen! Please make it go away!" she sobbed.

"Oh, Darlin', what do I do to make you understand, should I call a doctor? I'm calling your sister and hope to hell she can help," he said picking up the phone dialing Tom's number not caring he was interrupting their wedding night as he waited for an answer.

Ripping the phone from his hand, she pulled it from the wall to make sure the he could not get to her sister. Then she got down on her knees and begged, "Please, daddy, don't! I will do anything you want if you just leave Krystal alone! She is the good girl and I am your bad little slut! Please take me and not her!"

"You're not a bad little slut, you're my beautiful wife," he said softly as he backed away and reached to turn the light on. As the light flooded room, Krista looked up into his eyes for the first time, making that connection since this whole thing had started.

"Albert?" she questioned.

"Krista, Darlin', are you all right?" he asked softly still standing in the doorway. Afraid to move, afraid he'd do something that would send her back into her past nightmare again. "Do you know where you are, my love?"

"Your house?" she questioned tentatively, getting up slowly from her knees as if she couldn't remember how she got there, when in fact, she probably couldn't.

"Do you remember anything that just happened, Darlin'?" he asked still not moving so she could feel safe and let her have her comfort space.

"Ummmm, I was in the bathroom...then I remember looking out the window...then daddy...no it was you wasn't it? Oh! What did I say? Did I do something bad?" she gasped and began to cry. Sinking onto the bed she buried her head in her hands.

To be continued…