Of Snow, little girls and Angels
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Warning, there is an attack on a minor in this story and mention of abuse in this story.
The November snow was falling on the little child and her attacker. Blood had splattered on the light dusting of snow that surrounded the child. Bruises and cuts were all over the tiny her body. Each bruise had been put there in anger. Punches from a father who couldn't stand to have a sissy for a son. Slaps from a mother, who abhorred the abomination that her son wanted to be. But when she had fled the home, for fear that her life would be ended, her punishment hadn't ended. Wearing a tattered dress, one borrowed from a cousin, she was chased by her grandfather, who wasn't going to be any better then her parents.
Even as she lay in the snow, waiting for death to claim her, she could hear the man swearing at her, as he plunged his knife into her small body. The threats to kill her, to rape her and teach her what freaks like her would get. Each blow brought her closer to wishing for death. But it was a shout in the alley that saved her life. Her attacker stopped and then he got up and ran off. She wanted to get to her feet and get away before her grandfather returned, but her legs weren't listening to what she told them, neither were her arms. So she lay on the ground, sure that she was going to be claimed by Satan, for daring to wear girls clothes, like the preacher of the church her parents went to, her own grandfather, would tell her all the time.
Death never found her. Instead, a new sensation was felt as a small pin-prick of warmth on her cheek, and there was a blur of speaking. She couldn't make out the words at first, but through the blood soaked haze that covered her eyes, she saw what she felt was an angel. A woman in a white blouse, but with a light blue coat about her was touching her. There was more then just a touch to the cheeks, but her body was so sore and weak, she wasn't sure where they were touching her, or what was being done. “Come on sweetie, stay with us. Don't give up now.” The voice said. A man dropped to his knees and he began touching the girl, she could feel slight pressure from his hands below her waist.
“I called, the ambulance should be here in a few minutes. The cops have the man's license plate number.”
The child couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, and darkness over took her.
She woke in the hospital a couple of days later to the surprise and joy of a nurse, who leaned out the doorway. The first thing the little child noticed was a dull ache all over her little body. From her head to her feet, every part of her seemed to hurt. The nurse stepped back in and she was followed by an older woman. Both looked revealed as they went to the girls bed.
“Hello.” The older woman said. “I'm Doctor Fuller. This young lady is Nurse Polly Barnes. How do you feel?”
“I'm sore.” The child said as she lay there. Her voice cracked and her throat was parched. “Can I have water?”
“In a moment. First we need to make sure nothing is wrong. We need to stress that you do not get out of the bed. You need to heal fully.” The Doctor said as the nurse pulled out a blood pressure cuff. The Doctor pulled out her stethoscope.
As the Doctor listened to the little child's breathing, two more people walked in, one in a cops uniform and another had a clipboard and both looked important.
“Now this is Grace Packard, she is with the children services and this is Officer William Douglas.” The Doctor said as she made the introductions.
“Hello. We just have a few questions. The most important is, what is your name?” The woman with the clipboard asked.
“Luke.” The little girl said, not wanting to lie to a cop. But something in her wanted to speak up. She was tired of living under her parents rule, even though she was afraid of what could happen. “No. My name is Lisa, but my parents said it was Luke.” Something about being away from her parents gave her the strength to speak out, something she had never done before, not even at school. It could have been the drugs giving her the strength, by masking her common sense to keep such a secret hidden. But she was tired of hiding her secret feelings. A part of her knew that her parents could get in trouble, at least she hoped they would. And she spoke from her heart when she said her next statement. “I hate being Luke. I should have never been Luke in the first place. Mom and Dad hated Lisa, but they hated Luke too..”
“Okay. Tell me Lisa, what is your last name and do you know how you got here to the hospital?”
“Wells.” Lisa replied as a nurse started to take her vitals. “And I left the house when Mommy and Daddy started to beat me. They hate me. My Grandfather followed me from the house and he beat me up too.”
“Lisa, did they do more then beat you?”
The more she talked, the more she wanted to admit and she was enjoying the dulled sensation the drugs were giving her. “No. But Grandpa threatened to. He's also the preacher of the church Dad makes me go to. He found me in a dress and he started to beat me, then he stabbed me. He said he should rape me too, so I knew what it felt like to be a freak.” Lisa looked to the Doctor as a question popped into her mind. “What happened to the Angels?”
“Angels?” The Doctor asked.
“Yes. They found me and they stayed with me. They called the ambulance. I heard them say that.”
“The Reeds.” The social worker answered.
“Ah. No, they weren't Angels, but they sure act like they are. The Reeds are a couple were coming out of a nearby store when they saw your attack.” The cop replied. “They're good people so they had to help you.”
“They are here, if you'd like to meet them.”
“Could I?”
“Well, relax in the bed and we'll go get them.”
The doctor stopped the social worker and the cop as they left the room. Once the door was shut, she looked to the social worker. “Okay, that kinda of answers a question we were faced with.”
“What question?”
“When we had the kid on the operating table, we found something, but we also had to make a rush decision. Something that led us to checking her medical records.”
“Whats that?”
“Well, it stems back to when Lisa was a baby.....”
“So that's the whole story on the child’s past.” The social worker told Karen and her husband, Gerald Reed. They had decided to cover the story once more, for the Reed's benefit. “We're only telling you this, in case you wish to pull your request to be the foster parents. Not many people would deal with this and to just surprise someone with this could wind the child up in the same predicament.”
“No. We'll gladly take that little angel.” Karen said with a shake of her head. “You know my past. You know how close to Lisa's story mine is.”
“I know, Karen. I just had to tell you.”
“We'll do you one better.” Gerald said. “What if we adopt her?”
“Well, adoptions will take over two years for a child in the system.” The worker told them.
“Darn it. That's a big thing for a child in her situation. She'll be under the fear of going back to those people who had her before.” Karen stated.
“What if we get the parents to sign off on an adoption?” Gerald asked.
“Well, if they both agreed, but would they?” The worker answered back.
“Well, they are looking at child abuse, right? That's got to be a few years for what they did. And then after that, they won't be able to have children for a while. And the grandparents can't claim her, not since three are dead and the only living grandparent is in jail for trying to kill her as well.”
“Well, how about for now, we let you talk to Lisa. She wants to meet you. We can work on the fine print when we're done.” The worker replied.
As the Reeds walked in, Lisa looked away from the television that was on the wall, and her first thought was that Mrs. Reed still looked like an angel. From her flowing long blonde hair, her smiling face and tender look. Her husband looked just as friendly.
“Hello Lisa.” Karen Reed said.
“Hello Ma'am.” The child replied. “Are you the angel?”
“No.” Karen chuckled. “I'm no angel, just a concerned citizen that found a wonderful little girl who needed my help.”
“You're beautiful like an Angel should be.” Lisa replied.
“I bet when you have healed, you'll look just as beautiful.”
“Thanks.” Lisa smiled at her, a move that caused the bruises on her face to hurt.
“Lisa, the reason we don't want to let out of bed to do much is because we had a scare with one of your lungs. It collapsed in the attack and we need to keep you in the bed till you get better, okay?” The doctor said and the little child nodded. “We also found out something very interesting. Tell me, Lisa, have you always felt like a little girl?” When she made no move, the doctor smiled and patted her hand. “You can speak freely in this room. No one in here will hurt you at all.”
It took a couple more minutes for her to finally answer. The bravado she had felt earlier was gone now. She didn't want to seem like a liar to the Angels. None of the adults bothered her in that time, as they could see the fear of being hurt on her face. Finally as Karen caressed her hands, she answered. “Yeah. I've always wanted to be a girl.” Lisa said with a nod of her head.
“That's very good.” The Doctor said with a smile. She pulled over a chair and sat down on it. “One of your wounds looks like the man who attacked you tried to cut off your boy parts. It was that wound that led us to a very important discovery. We ran tests to make sure, but we found a uterus and ovaries in you.”
“What's that?” Lisa asked.
“Did you ever take sex ed in school?” The Doctor asked.
“No. Mom did my school stuff at home. They said strangers can't teach children because they'd attack sissies like me.”
“Ah....” The social worker said with a nod. She had seen a few cases in her time with the social services where religious people home-schooled their children and abused them in the process.
“Okay, bear with me and I'll tell you what it all means.” The Doctor began a quick intro into the male and female sexual reproduction organs. Twenty minutes later, the little girl was blushing and trying to understand everything they had said. Finally the doctor pointed to her belly. “When we have to operate on you, we pulled your records when we found the ovaries and uterus. It looks like a doctor sewed up your vagina when you were an infant, because you were born inter-sexed. That's a person that has both sets of sexual organs.
Gerald and Karen came over to the bed and the little girl looked at them, then at the social worker. “So, I'm a real girl?”
“Real as I am.” Karen said with a smile.
“Me too.” The nurse added.
“There's more.” The doctor told her. “Usually with your age, your parents would have a say on things. But we were fighting time and the wound the man caused didn't give us a lot of choices. See, your penis was cut. Luckily, the Reed's kept you from bleeding out, but....well, we went ahead and just changed you into a girl. We had to reopen your vagina. Had you stayed as a boy, your penis would never have reached a normal length for a male. We took a leap of faith and sometimes it doesn't pay off in the end, but this time it did.”
“So when I get older I can have babies?” Lisa asked the Doctor.
“I....Well, we will have to watch you as you grow up and make sure there are the hormones, but I'd say the chance is good that you will.”
“Cool.” The little girl replied. As she had been sitting there, she noticed that her eyelids were getting heavy and the adults saw it too.
“Lisa, would you be upset if I stayed with you for a while?” Karen asked.
“No. But I'm kinda tired.”
“I don't care. I'll sit here with you and make sure you get your sleep, okay?”
“Okay.” Lisa replied and her eyes closed, then opened up again, but before anyone could get her attention, they were closing again.
Through the next few weeks, the Reed's kept their visits up, assured in the fact that they would be receiving Lisa when she was well enough to leave the hospital. Karen spent long hours at the hospital, getting to know the young child. Nightly, when Gerald would show up to pick up his wife, he would stay for an hour and talk with the little girl.
It was the evening of Christmas eve and Lisa was to be released from the hospital. She had been dreading the departure, for fear her parents got her back. She knew she was supposed to go with the Reeds, but there was a fear in the back of her mind that things would go wrong.
As she sat in the room, looking through the gifts that the Reeds had left her, dolls and dresses mostly. She loved the dolls and wanted to wear several of the dresses, but she was sure that once she left, she would never see them again. As she thought about it, her parents had forced her to be a boy once before, what would stop them this time.
Even with Karen at her bedside each day, the fear lingered. As the doctors were giving her the final chuck up, Gerald came into the hospital room, a huge smile on his face. She could see the sun had mostly set outside and the streetlights were glowing in the distance.
“Lisa, I have news for you.” He told her as he went to her bedside. The social worker walked in after him.
“What?” The little girl asked, afraid of what he was going to tell her. The fear that she would go back to her parents, or to someone else from the church was causing the girl to shake. She didn't know it, but she had started to cry.
“Lisa, calm yourself.” The social worker said as all of them stopped at her bedside. “In past month, The Reed's have met with your parents several times and finally we managed to get them to sign off on something. As you know, the Reeds were going to be your foster parents. They had already done the classes and their house was checked out. They were just going to foster parent you.”
Karen bent down and wiped away a couple of her tears. “Now, we should have told you sooner, but we wanted to make sure the courts would go with us on this. But will you let us be your parents? We have a nice home on the outskirts of town. You will have a room, all to yourself. One with pink walls, unless you hate pink...”
“Parents?” Lisa asked, confused as to how that would work out. “Like my actual parents? No one will take me away?”
Gerald held out a piece of paper and showed it to the little girl. “This is an adoption paper. We went to the courts and did some other legal stuff.” She said. “As of today, you are our daughter. Not our foster daughter, but our daughter. We'll also work on getting your name changed.”
“Daughter?” Lisa asked, trying out the word and enjoying how it felt. “Daughter.”
“Daughter.” The Social worker stated with a nod.
“So, will you let us be your parents?” Gerald asked.
Lisa smiled at them and nodded. “Yes!” Gerald pulled her into a gentle hug, and Karen joined them.
“Well then. I'm sure you three would like to get out of here. So we just have a few more papers to have you sign and we can get you out of here.” The doctor told them.
“Lisa, we would like to know. Have you ever gone to church?” Karen asked Lisa.
“Mom and Dad would force me to go to one. The preacher was Dad's dad and he was a bad man. He kept saying everyone was going to hell. He would tell me I was bad. That I was evil for wearing dresses. He would say that everything was bad...Dad had him there the night they hurt me. He got mad when I ran. He said that God said bad children should be punished and that's why he hurt me.....You don't go there, do you?”
Karen shook her head and patted Lisa's hand. “No. We go to a good church with loving people who supported us in adopting you. Many of these gifts came from some of them and many more are waiting for you at out house, for you to open on Christmas day. The reason we asked, is we go on Sundays and we would love it if our daughter could join us each week.”
“We can talk about it later.” Gerald said as he pulled out a large box. “But we thought you would like to wear a nice dress home. This one is from my parents. They are your grandparents now.”
Lisa looked at the box, then at the surrounding adults to get confirmation that she could open it, then she tugged pulled the bow down the box and lifted the lid to find a white dress, with pink roses on a sash, plus shoes that were her size. “If you would like to go, we can help you put this on and we'd love to introduce our beautiful daughter to our parents. They were thinking of coming over for Christmas dinner. Would you be up for that?”
“Okay.” Lisa replied, but she was busy looking over the dress and not paying attention to the conversation anymore. She had never thought she would have a dress this pretty and it be all for her.
As they loaded her into the car that the Reeds owned, Lisa relaxed in the back seat as a couple of the nurses helped load the clothes she had received as a present into the trunk. As she watched them, they still looked like Angels. Both were kind and had taken to her without a single problem
Ten minutes later, as Gerald pulled out of the hospital, Lisa began to cry. Karen turned to see her better. “What's wrong, Lisa? Are you hurting? Are you having troubles breathing?”
“No, I don't hurt much....It's...its just that you and Mister Reed have done so much for me the past month, with the toys and stuff...and its too late to give you a present.” Lisa wiped at her eyes, but she noticed Karen was smiling, and she could see a smile on Gerald's face in the mirror.
“Baby, you don't have to get us anything. You are the best present that anyone could have given us.” Karen told her. “We've always wanted a child and now we have a beautiful daughter.”
It's a bit small, but I hope you enjoyed the story. I wanted to do more, but kept running into writer blocks.
Of Snow, little girls and Angels: One year later
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A look back into the life of Little Lisa, and her new parents, The Reeds.
This is a one shot story, checking in on the events that followed the story Of Snow, little Girls and Angels
While not filled with violence, the Caution is there for the mention of it.
Please note, this was put out before an edit, so I could post something for Christmas. This will be edited later for punctuation and spelling.
The spare room in the Reed’s house had been empty for years. For a few years, all it had was a bed and a dresser, for the occasional visitor. Although many people didn’t want to stay in a bright pink room. That all changed a year earlier. Now the room was occupied on a full time basis.
The room was still pink. The bed had changed to a smaller, full sized bed, and some other belongings had shown up. From a desk for schoolwork, to a vanity and a box for toys. All you needed was one look inside and you knew the room belonged to a young girl. And Lisa loved her room, from the bed, to the pink walls and all the other stuff in there as well. The bed was better than the old ratty mattress her parents had for her at their old place. And the clothes were clean, plus the room was bigger than the tiny room she used to have with her birth parents.
Sometimes that felt like a whole different life, like something she had watched on a movie. Then other times, she felt as though she was still in a movie, like Annie, where the little orphan girl goes from rags to riches. Although the riches she got from the Reed’s weren’t something you could measure in money, stock, bonds or even precious metals. These riches were love and affection.
As December had donned, her room became a bit more crowded. A cardboard table was sitting in Lisa’s bedroom and on it were several bits of scrap paper, scissors and several copies pictures that had been taken over the past year. In the center was a collage that she had been working on, something she wanted to make for the Reeds. It was also something she wanted to make for herself.
It had been an eventful year for her, from being attacked in that alley and left for dead, and then adopted, life had gone from bad to great. She had heard the old phrase of pictures being worth a thousand words, and with the copies of pictures on the card table, she had enough words to fill several novels. Sure, all of the pictures were taken in her home town, but each of them held significance. Looking back to a picture taken at the Reed’s house on the Christmas eve a year before, she saw her hair was in a buzz cut and bruises were all over her face. As she looked through each of the photos, she could see how the bruises faded and her hair grew. All of the newer pictures showed the same thing. Lisa had a brilliant smile.
Her hair wasn’t the only thing growing. At first, it had filled her with fear, when her chest had began to hurt one morning in June. That was followed by a few more days of aches. At first the fear was that her lungs had collapsed again, until they realized the pain was not her lungs. A trip to the doctor told her that she was starting the long trip into puberty. Then came the joy of being a girl after all. Sure, her chest couldn’t yet fill a training bra, but that didn’t matter to her. She wore one proudly.
Then in August, she began going to school. That was a new set of fears to overcome. She had never been to a school, and only dealt with children at her old church. Luck was with her and none of her school mates attended that church. She had wanted to go sooner, but with her lungs and the fear of them deflating, she was put on a lot of bed rest and relaxing. So in that time, Karen took it upon herself to teach the girl what she would need to know, so she could be ready to go to class with children her age, and not held back a year or two.
Her hands stopped working on the now framed picture collage she had been making and she smiled. She wrapped the item she had been working on. It wasn’t much, just a thank you to her adopted parents, in the form of a large collage, filled with the copies of pictures of them from the past year. She was going to take it with her and give it to them at the party that night at her Adopted paternal grandparents’ house.
It would be her second Christmas with Gerald’s family. Last year, due to her being released on Christmas eve, the family party had been moved to their home. This year, it was back to his parents’ house. Of course, that was after the five o’clock church service.
She felt they deserved more, but she was just a child and had little spending money, so she wanted to make something by hand. She was also aware that she had been less than stellar and several times she had pushed the limits of what the Reeds would allow, just to make sure they weren’t going to send her away. It was a constant fear that her parents would get out of jail and demand her back and force her to live as a boy again. But so far, that seemed unlikely. But living with Karen and Gerald was only the first hurdle that she had to cross the past year.
Church had been another hurdle for the little girl. She was so used to a fire and brimstone preacher. Everyone was evil, everything was wrong. So she was too afraid to go and that left her home with either Gerald’s mother or sister. Yet each week she’d watch as Karen and Gerald would come home, laughing, or talking about the service, then they would talk to her about what was covered. It took several months of this happening for things to change and in April, she went to the Easter service. Her first time in the church was almost too much, but she loved the fact that everyone was so friendly and the preacher wasn’t going on about how evil everyone was. In fact, there was a sense of love that stayed in the church.
When she was done with her wrapping, she looked to the clock and headed to her bathroom for a shower. She took a shower and when she was finally dried off and wearing her panties, she did her daily check. She turned sideways and looked to the mirror, just to see if any improvement had been made since she had woken up that morning.
“Lisa?!? It’s almost time to go! You almost ready?” Karen’s voice called out.
Her attention was pulled from the mirror. She knew they had grown, she was sure of it, even if they didn’t show that much. “Almost! Just checking something!” She called back. She put on the padded training bra, something she insisted on wearing, and then her slip. She could hear someone walking up the stairs as she slid on a bright green dress.
There was a knock at the door and Karen, her adopted mother, opened the door slightly. It wasn’t for modesty or politeness. Just that Lisa had asked for some privacy, to finish the presents without them seeing.
“You ready?” Karen asked.
“Almost.” Lisa said, slipping into her dress. “Can you help me with my hair? And zip up my dress?”
Karen smiled as she entered the room and went to her daughter, who was busy making sure her dress was straight. She was surprised how far the little girl had progressed in the past year. The first year with her had been full of ups and downs. From the emotions of a girl who was afraid her parents would return and dealing with the torture of what her birth parents had put her through, to the medical problems she had undergone, to the fact that she was loved and by people who loved her as the girl she should have been all along. There were still nightmares and Lisa had been wetting the bed. She had also taken a long time to get used to large groups of people. That was changing, slowly.
Karen zipped up the dress, then she had Lisa turn to the mirror and she helped her daughter put her hair into pigtails.
Several minutes passed till they heard Gerald call from downstairs. “You two ready? We need to get going if we’re going to get the good seats!”
“Almost ready!” Karen called back. “Just fixing Lisa’s hair!”
“I’ll warm up the car. Lock the door on your way out!” The voice called again, then they heard the front door close. When Karen was done, she gently hugged her adopted daughter, then kissed her cheek. Even Karen couldn’t believe the past year had really happened. Sure there were issues, like a young girl trying their patience, to make sure she wasn’t going to be sent back, to scares when Lisa’s breath was short and ragged. Each time, Karen and Gerald met the problems with love and acceptance.
When her hair was fixed, Karen grabbed the girl’s coat and held it out for her. She slipped it on, then they left the pink bedroom, but not before she picked up her purse and the present she had made. Lisa followed her mother down the steps. The plan that evening was to head to Gerald’s parents for Christmas eve after church. She had already met his siblings and her new grandparents last year, and each of them loved her. They were aware that Karen couldn’t have children herself, so they were ready for them to adopt. Altough Lisa was older than they were thinking about getting.
Her first visit to the church was almost too much. Several of the older ladies swarmed, not in a bad way, but each wanting to see the little girl that had stolen Gerald and Karen’s heart. Several of the kids wanted to meet her too. Once she realized she was safe, she warmed up to the people at the church. But it took a while.
Months passed and Lisa had managed to get over some of her fears of groups of people, and churches. Not all the way, but enough so she could play a sheep in the Christmas pageant that had happened a week earlier.
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Gerald pulled up by the front porch as they walked out. Lisa opened up the back door to the car, put her present to her parents on the seat, then slid in and smoothed out her skirt before sitting down.
When the church service got out, it took the three of them almost half an hour to get to the car. Every few feet they were stopped by someone who either asked how they were doing, or were given a baked treat from the older ladies. Some of the ladies, who were known for knitting, handed the little girl a small package. She took each one with a smile and thanked each of them, as did Karen and Gerald.
Finally they made it to the car and Gerald carefully loaded the baked goods and presents into the trunk. As he got in, once his wife and daughter were no longer talking to the other ladies, he started up the car. “Now Lisa, you can either open those tonight, or wait till tomorrow. Either way, you will need to write out thank you cards for each of those ladies.”
“I will. I know Mrs. Baker said she wanted to see my face, so she had me open it now.” She held up the ends of a scarf that was around her neck. “I love it!”
“Did you say thank you?” Gerald asked.
“Yeah, I did.” She said with a nod.
“That is a nice scarf. They really like you.” Gerald stated.
As her Dad put the car into gear, she thought about the past year, like she had done often. She looked out the window and noticed it was snowing as they left the parking lot of the church. She could still remember the smell of the car when she got in a year ago, just after her release from the hospital. She couldn’t help but shed a few tears and a let out a sniffle.
“Lisa, are you okay?” Karen asked, as she looked into the mirror on her visor.
“Yeah, just thinking.” Lisa said, as she pulled a Kleenex out of her tiny purse and dabbed at her eyes. Thankfully she never wore makeup yet, as Karen thought she was too young, but this made clean up when she cried a lot easier.
“About what?” Karen asked her.
“Just the past year.” She said, looking out at the snow falling. “And how I have the most awesome parents.”
They both looked in the mirror and smiled back at her. Gerald spoke up first. “And we have the best daughter in the world.”
“And I’m sorry for being kinda difficult this year.” Lisa added.
“Lisa, we totally understand.” Gerald said. “We still love you, no matter what.”
Lisa leaned back into the seat. That warm feeling she had felt for the past year was still with her. She still thought about her real parents, but after everything she learned about her past, what happened when she was born and how she was treated by them and her grandfather, she was glad she was no longer living with them.
She was amazed that in one year her life had turned completely around. She was happy now, and living the life she should have had all along. A life her birth parents stole from her. Now she had new parents and with them, a whole new family. Sure, there were still problems, no family could be free of those. But at least Lisa knew she would never be beaten, stabbed and left for dead by her new parents, just for living as a girl.
As the snow kept falling, she leaned against the door, her forehead touching the window, and watched as the world slowly turned into a Christmas wonderland. It had taken a year to show her that life could truly be good, not like the last few years of her life. This was different. She was loved. And she loved them right back.
As the car turned onto the highway, to start the ten minute trip to his parents home, Lisa mentally vowed that she would be a better child than she had been. No more making problems. She could see they loved her. They lived their lives around her and she belonged there. One year at the Reed’s house had been better than any of the time at her birth parents home.
I hope you all enjoyed my Christmas offering this year.