The Most Wonderful Girl
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The neighbors weren't out and I didn't see any inquiring faces looking out so I slipped up to the back door and tried the handle. My anal attentive nature knew it would be locked but I tried it just the same. I didn't have a key to the doorwall. Taking one last look around I made my way around the house and came to a heart stopping halt in my tracks, frozen just as I stepped onto the driveway. My brain failed to comprehend what my eyes seemed to be telling me!
*Chapter 13– Thursday, June 12th – 7:38 p.m. *
I couldn't believe it! If it wasn't so quiet there standing on my driveway I probably wouldn't have noticed the heavy breathing. Maybe the heaving of my breasts would have given away the first signs of a panic attack quickly coming on but my eyes were locked on the bright yellow sign in front of me. 'SOLD' was blazoned across the tiny placard setting straight in a groove along the top of the wooden support announcing to the world that the house in which I called home had changed hands. It couldn't have happened officially of course but with all the things going on it looked like my goose had been cooked. It was clear that Christa had sold me out and had no intention of returning.
My head was spinning at the ramifications and I felt dizzy so I considered dropping to ground right there but staggered towards the front porch where I sat down to catch my breath. Another set of boxes waited me on the porch, three small boxes to be exact. There was no way they held all of my belongings. A note, similar to the last, was taped to the side but I couldn't open it. Instead, I hoped for the best and stood, fishing my keys from my front pocket.
But it was no use. The locks had been changed. I stepped to the side and took a peek through the narrow gap in the closed front curtains. My heart sank as it could clearly see nothing that should have been clearly visible. The beige carpet and neutral walls were the only thing in view. The couch and Terry Redlin paintings were gone. I presumed everything else was long gone as well.
I was too tired to cry, but the start of tears were beginning to form. It wasn't something I needed to do but I needed to read the note for answers. It was getting late so I'd have to abandon the boxes, which could only hold the last of my feminine attire, and get back before Debbie got suspicious. Time was running short as the last of the daylight was fading. The front lights flipped on, casting the driveway in a ghostly glow. At least the porch upon which I had previously owned only a few days ago was cast in shadow. I snatched the note from the box and used the last of my strength to pull it open. This time, it was written on a fax, in familiar handwriting of Christa's. Which meant that I was on the run from society as I knew it and would be faced to either turn myself in or live in a den of traitors, hell-bent on keeping me under control and under their thumb.
I had caught a couple of words on the sheets my didn't comprehend anything. Instead, I crumpled up the fax in my hands adorned with painted nails and stuffed it in the nearest box just as an SUV approached down the street and pulled into the driveway. When the headlights shut off I could make out the forms of two individuals in the car. The driver's door opened and Hal stepped out. From the dome light, I could tell that Debbie was seated in the passenger seat, her face hidden in shadow.
The rear hatch on the truck popped open as Hal stepped up.
"Let me get those for you Stacy." He said, the true sound of regret in his voice. Maybe he had been through the same ordeal.
"Thank you Hal." I muttered. I rose to my feel and followed him to the car where I silently climbed into the backseat where we rode 'home' without another word. It didn't seem real to me as we got out and I walked to my room to get cleaned up. Hal deposited the boxes and withdrew.
I climbed from the shower and huddled on the bed, wrapped in a robe. The house had grown quiet and it was clear that my day at least had come to and end. There would be no more answers.
*Chapter 14– Friday, June 13th – 8:04 a.m. *
The sense of dread hit me first when I awoke the next morning. I could tell from the burning that I must have cried at some point during the night but didn't remember it. The other sensation I was experiencing was a headache, the likes of which I had never felt. Instead of a sharp pain, it was a dull thud as though my brain had been bouncing around inside my skull. The bed in which I lay felt like my only refuge now but it was morning and time to get ready once again for another day. Shower, shave, makeup, wig adjustment and clothes. The routine that had once elicited a quickening of the pulse was now a chore that I had come to dread. As my mind wandered, trying to find an angle out of the mess in which I now resided, it came up empty. My hands were on autopilot now so before I knew it, I was dressed and ready to go again with my chores. At the appointed time of 9 o'clock I made my way downstairs to begin the day.
Instead of the normal, hurried state of the household, it was relatively quiet. Hal and Tommie were nowhere to be found and Mr. Hennessey apparently had had an early morning appointment. Debbie was sitting at the dining room table when I walked in.
"Good morning ma'am." I said, taking up my dutiful place near her side.
"Have a seat Stacy. I have something for you."
I did as I was commanded and took the seat immediately to her right. I had no idea what she had in mind but there were several bulky envelopes next to her. It had gotten to the point where my subconscious mind couldn't find any hope now in anything an envelope might contain. Without another word, she slid the first item my way and I opened it with trembling hands, placing the contents out in front of me.
It was a collection of various documents from credit card receipts to bank statement to phone records and emails. It was clear that the various bank accounts, from far flung establishments all over the globe in my name were the tool used to illegally gather and wash the funds I had supposedly stolen. The emails and phone records, associated from my office phone after hours were another damning bit of evidence. It was clear that Debbie had planned everything out carefully since she could easily have constructed it all from her own desk just outside my office. When I was done I gathered up the slips of paper, returned them to their envelope and set it aside, eyeing Debbie without a hint of emotion. She was smiling when the next item was slid in front of me.
I opened it and slid out the contents. The first item I picked up and flipped over was a drivers license with the name Stacy Johnson on it. My heart sank as I stared at the official document and the permanency it represented. The picture looked enough like me to pass too and it didn't dawn on me for a few moments that the face staring back from me was that of the makeup artist I had first met only a week earlier.
"It wasn't cheap, my it was worth it. She took the cash, dropped out of her classes and went home. If it's any consolation, she had regrets after she left the secretary of state."
I nodded as I examined the other items, a fabricated birth certificate, social security card and two credit cards rounded out the inventory.
"You're quite thorough." I said, gathering up what little I could cling to in the way of an identity.
"Don't be so hard on us. You have an excellent credit rating and several thousand dollars of credit on those card." She said, chuckling.
The largest envelope came last and was holding a video tape devoid of any markings.
"That's a little memento you can watch tonight but I thought I'd give it to you now to pique your interest!"
This delicious game was far too entertaining to this bitch, I thought to myself as I sat there, my head still throbbing.
"Thank you." I managed to meekly respond.
"Don't mention it. Now then. You look like you're sitting there with the entire weight of the world on your shoulders but that doesn't do me any good. I need a housekeeper who is totally committed to her duties here and to find her inside you, I will need to drive out the last vestiges of your old self. My previous housekeeper didn't go on vacation, she has changed employers. You, my dear, will be her replacement for the foreseeable future. And before you get any ideas about Christa coming to your rescue, I will tell you that everything that is happening to you was thought up by her. She came to me with a plan that I found quite delicious, and after hearing it all I signed on happily since I would be in the market for a new housekeeper and found the challenge in transforming you into an obedient, prissy little woman simply irresistible. You must admit though that the idea isn't totally unacceptable to you. In a way, maybe you'll eventually thank us for helping you become the woman you really wished you had the courage to become on your own."
I pondered the idea for a moment but knew that even though it was true, she wasn't going to get any thanks from me.
"Granted, I didn't really want to resort to blackmail, but Christa thought might be the only way to get us over the hump and set us all on a new journey. If you play along and be a good little girl and do as I say, everything will be alright. If not, that pretty little ass of yours will make someone a nice little bitch in prison. If you sweated during your time in the mall security office just wait until you find yourself in a real facility with some prospective boyfriends."
She paused for a moment to catch her breath and relish the moment.
"Now it's clear that you will require some additional obedience training and some other skills to help you through life and those will begin later today. For now, I need to know that we're on the same page and that you are ready to take up your role as the subservient maid in this household." She took the glass of clear liquid, which had been sitting in front of her since I sat down and slid it across the table in front of me.
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