The Girl Who Wouldn’t Tell (Short fiction)
The Girl Who Wouldn’t Tell
I didn’t like the way he looked at me when no one else was there. He also smiled at me in a way that made me feel dirty. Sometimes when I’d go out to play, he’d brush my face a little with his fingers.
I was always on the lookout for him. Mom was out most times, and it was a weekend. I didn’t know he was the one who would watch me until mom was about to leave. I wanted to protest but he had already come in. Mom was in a hurry to leave.
She left soon enough. I heard her car start and zoom away. He sat down in one of the chairs. I squatted in a corner and played with dolly. I didn’t get to play with dolly for long because he came by my side. He asked me what I was doing. I shrugged and concentrated hard on dolly.
He said he wanted to show me something. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but I was curious. “Come on,” he said. “I don’t bite.” And I followed him into my room. I wondered what he knew I had in my own room that I didn’t know about. Maybe he’d come before to help mom with something. He locked the door.
He brushed me lightly on my face with his fingers. Then he put my hand on him. He sat down on the bed, and placed me in his lap. I tried to get out, but he held me down. I started to cry, but he shushed me. He said it was okay, and he touched me funny. He made me touch him funny.
I just stayed there and let him do things to me.
He told me not to tell anyone. He said it’d be our secret. He knew. He knew that I was the girl who wouldn’t tell.
All kinds of people talk to me now. They tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. They seem to know that they can trust me. They know that I am the girl who wouldn’t tell.
They tell me the things that they have done, and the things that have been done to them. I still feel dirty from so many years ago. I have nobody to tell my own secrets. Maybe when you tell me your secrets, it makes me feel better about who I am.
Maybe I’ll find someone to tell my secrets and someone who’d understand.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” -Jesus Christ (Matthew 11:28 NIV)
**This is a short story I published elsewhere.