Hidden Intent Part 2

Next morning I was up and dressed in the nightie and robe while I got breakfast for us. My father came down with a hold-all that he used when he was sent further away on a road job. He told me that he did not expect to be back until Friday and I pretended to be upset at being left alone.

He told me that I was sounding too much like a wife and to make sure I cleaned the place properly before he came back. As he left he kissed me and I gave him a hug, smiling inside as I had almost the whole week to myself. After he left I went up to the bathroom and had a long hot shower and washed my hair, adding conditioner. After I had dried myself I put on a pair of thin gloves and went into the main bedroom and started going through my mothers’ clothes. I discovered that her older bras fitted and also that her panties fitted just fine. I picked out a small selection of both and took them to my own room.

I went back and found some socks that would suit a teenager, along with an old pair of trainers that would fit me at a pinch. None of her good shoes fitted but there was a pair of strappy sandals that I could let out to fit. I was not looking at dresses but did find a couple of her looser tops would fit and I padded the bra with stockings to make sure they did. I already had bought some skinny jeans so all I needed next was a skirt with an elasticised waistband and I had enough to see me through the daring escape from my prison.

When I went through her dresser I found some old clip-on ear-rings that she must have saved before she got married and some cheap bangles and necklaces that would not be missed. I then turned my attention to her cosmetics, rummaging around in the drawer for older items. I was able to collect some foundation, mascara, eye-liner and shadow without touching anything that she had been using recently. I also found a couple of different colours in nearly empty lipsticks. I looked among her bags and chose a larger shoulder bag that I had never seen her use and loaded all of the chosen jewellery and cosmetics into this and took it to my room. I then stripped the bed, noticing some rusty looking stains on them. I took these to the laundry and dumped them into the washing machine.

I then remade the bed and tidied up the room, making sure that I put the half-filled suitcase on top of the wardrobe. Before I did so, though, I went through it and found a train ticket across the country with an open booking. This suited me just fine and I would not have to fork out for transport myself. When the time came I would just have to get to the railway station.

I then went back to my room and stripped my own bed, also taking my bloodied sheets down to the machine. I remade the bed and put the big bag and my back-pack on it. I packed everything I would not need for my escape and tried it out for weight before putting both bags in my wardrobe. I then took the torn clothes and the underpants I had worn the night of the rape and put them into a plastic bag and took them downstairs to the kitchen door.

I then made a sandwich for lunch, washing it down with a soft drink, then dressed carefully as my new, female, self. I took a lot of care to be as presentable as possible and went out into town, taking the back ways. I needed to go to the railway station and get the times of the train I wanted to catch, the earlier in the morning, the better. Then I went to the library and spent some time in the reading area looking up some details I was not sure of.

Then I went to the coffee lounge where all the guys usually hung out. I had a note that I had written for my best friend which said that I was worried about my father and that my mother had left home. I also wrote that he was going to take me to the country for a holiday and I may not be around for a while. I had put it in an envelope with his name on the front. I gave it to the coffee lounge owner, saying that a boy from down my road had asked me to drop it off for him. The guy gave me a wink when he took it and put it behind the counter. “I will be sure to give it to him, miss. Are you Chris’ girlfriend, by chance?” I dropped my eyes and blushed when I said “no, I don’t think so, yet” in a small voice. On the way home I bought some fish and chips after stopping by the op-shop and scoring a pair of girls’ runners that fitted me.

That night I slept in the nightie and spent the next morning cleaning the house in my nightie and robe. That finished I pulled out my new collection of cosmetics and practised the application several times until I was happy with the result. When I finished I cleaned my face completely and gathered up the big wad of tissues, burning them in the range. Now I felt ready for the next part of my plan.

I went out to the garden shed and had a good rummage around until I found what I was after, taking it back into the house with my gloves on. I put it in the cupboard under the sink, made my dinner and sat there eating it with a smile slowly growing on my face. I was lucky that I had made my preparations as my father rang that night to tell me that he would be home on Thursday evening as the job had gone well. Everything was falling into place.

On Wednesday I took my mice to the back fence and let them go loose into the wild, wishing them well as they scampered off into the underbrush. Leaving my cats was going to be a wrench but it just had to happen. I made sure that I gave then a lot of time for a couple of days. I went back over my plan to make sure that everything was in place. I needed to be gone from the area in total anonymity, travelling as a teenage girl would be interesting but I had to disappear.

Thursday I double checked my packing, thinking about everything I would need as a travelling girl. There were a few things that came to mind that I added. I also experimented with different things to pad out my breasts without it looking stupid. On Thursday afternoon I changed into the nightie and robe, did my make-up and hair and thought that I looked very pretty. I then went into the kitchen and put together a hearty stew for my hard-working father.

It was bubbling away on the range when he got home. He came in and kissed me deeply, telling me that it was time he was relieved as he had gone too long without me. We went up to the bedroom and I gave him the best oral sex that I could, he did deserve it, didn’t he? When he came back down in a tee-shirt and trackies I sat him at the kitchen table and served him with his stew. I ate a small salad myself as he tucked in, I had added some herbs and spices and he commented on how tasty it was.

I made him a big mug of tea and got myself a cold drink, sitting there and watching as he started to look distracted, then angry as he demanded to know what crap I had fed him. I got up and went to the sink, resting my back against it I looked him in the eyes and told him that it was something my mother would have given him if she had gathered up enough nerve. He went to stand and grab me but didn’t make it to the vertical as great spasms rocked his body and he knocked the table over when he fell to the floor, juddering uncontrollably. I watched, unmoving, as the spasms increased until there was just one, big, last judder and he was still with a smell of shit starting to waft up from his trousers.

With my gloves on I took the jar of rat poison out of the cupboard and put a spoon in it before dropping it on the floor as if it had been on the table. I then made sure that every sign that I had been in the room was cleared, washing my own plate and putting it away. The utensils in the sink that I had worn gloves to use would show traces of the rat poison and it would look like he had prepared it himself. I then went to my room and retrieved a page of notepaper that I had spent a lot of time working on. It was a last note in my fathers’ writing that said “I have done something so terrible I cannot go on. She is in the garden, the boy I took a long way away.” This I dropped on the floor as well, along with the pen I had used.

That done I now had to do something so terrible that no-one would believe that I could do it. I took some pre-prepared cat food that was laced with rat poison and put it down for them to eat in the morning. I then double checked that everything I had touched was put away and that it all looked like he had committed suicide.

I put the bag of my bloody clothes out by the rubbish bin; I knew that the police could match my stains with a sample that the running club had taken. The semen would match his and the link would be there for all to see. I then went to bed with the alarm set for a very early start. Surprisingly, I slept well.

In the morning I had a good shower and dressed carefully as a girl would. I had a colourful top and my skinny jeans with socks and sneakers. I put my hair into a high pony-tail and took a lot of care over my make-up. With my mothers’ old all-weather coat on I took my bags down to the kitchen door. My father had not moved, for which I was grateful. I opened the door to let the cats in and almost burst into tears as I said goodbye to them, picked up the bags and left my home for good, pulling the door closed as I left in the early morning gloom. Silently wishing my mother ‘good morning and goodbye’ as I passed her grave.

Marianne G 2020