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Jenny's Story
by Carrie©
Chapter 1
'But I don't want to move to Houston!'
The whining pitch of her daughter's voice had Nicole's
brain trembling. She closed her eyes hoping that
would ease the shrill. It didn't. She placed her
fingers to her temples and began a slow massaging
rotation.
'I just made friends here and this really cute guy
asked me to the April Fool's Dance.' Jenny wailed and
whined to her mother. But she already knew her
mother's mind was made up. She was some important
bank whiz and when the bank said she need to move;
they moved. Short…simple…but not always so sweet.
And they usually had to move to another big city where
some other bank was failing. After awhile, the cities
melded together and one looked just like the other. A
never-ending cycle. As soon as she got the failing
bank back on track, they would be off to another one.
Same old story. Same old song. Jenny was used to it,
and getting sick and tired of it.
'This time it's different, Jenny. This time they are
giving me some assistants. They will be flying off,
I'll be able to stay in one place. You'll like
Houston! They have a great college you can attend!
They got cowboy's!' Nicole tried to do her best to
encourage her daughter. This move was the best of her
life and she was going to be able to actually get a
house and settle down. Well, for awhile anyway.
'Who cares about cowboys? Why would I care about
cowboys? I don't give a fuck about cowboys! And,
besides, I'm thinking of moving to where Daddy lives
when I graduate,' Jenny yelled at her mother, then
turned and stomped down the tiny hall of the apartment
to her bedroom. '…yeah, her mom made tons of money
but did she ever benefit from it?' Jenny thought to
herself. 'She was in one tiny bedroom in a tiny
apartment just like every fucking city they had ever
lived since Daddy left,' she told herself. Her mom
had explained it was so there wasn't as much cleaning,
but Jenny always noticed how super-fucking-huge her
mom's room always was, with her own fucking bath. She
slammed the door to her tiny room and threw herself
down on the narrow bed.
Clearly not the Mother of the Year, Nicole took Jenny
shopping once or twice a year and bought her all the
clothes she thought Jenny would need then. Birthdays
and Christmas were envelopes of cash for Jenny. There
was no time for Christmas trees or birthday cakes.
Nicole was too busy.
'Well, I am getting sick and tired of this kind of
life and if she thought she was going to quietly move
to Houston, she had another thought coming.' She had
been waiting over 5 years to go to her Daddy. The
phone calls weren't often, but Daddy promised as soon
as it was legal for her to leave her Mom, Daddy wanted
her there with him. In New York City. He had told
her often in the few secret phone calls made through
Jenny's friend, Maddie, over the past few years how
desperately he missed her, how he loved her, how he
wanted her with him forever.
She got out her diary and recorded her troubles to her
one and only true friend. She was finally going to be
18 in just a few weeks. She was a typical American
teenage girl, except that her Mommy and Daddy had been
divorced and Mommy had screwed Daddy out of custody
somehow. Mommy wouldn't even let Daddy visit with her
unless there was a fucking witness there. But she had
over $4700 saved which included the money she took
from her mothers wallet every time Nicole came back
from a trip out of town. Not once since she started
taking the money had her mom ever found out about it.
Jenny started going through her mom's purse 3 years
ago when her mother wasn't all that concerned that
Jenny needed to start wearing a bra. She continued to
go to school for another 3 months after her breasts
had started to develop. After listening to boys
snicker and putting up with girls who would jealously
taunt her with dirty names, the next time her mom came
home, Jenny had the money to buy new underwear.
She fell asleep that night with her diary lying on her
chest. She didn't awaken when Nicole came in to kiss
her goodnight.
Nicole thought, maybe, she hadn't handled this
announcement very well and wanted to do something
special for Jenny. She knew she was really pretty
lucky. Jenny hadn't once given her a lick of trouble
in all of her 18 years, the last five raising her
daughter alone. She had seen the way Richard, her
husband and Jenny's father had noticed Jenny growing
up and because Nicole's dad had abused her, Nicole
left Richard and lied to social services, making damn
sure Richard would never do what Nicole's daddy had
done to her. She now thought to herself, 'maybe it was
time to include her in on some of her plans, actually
get her daughters input. Jenny was graduating in a
couple of weeks and Nicole thought college was next in
line. She wanted to keep Jenny just so she didn't
screw up her life as Nicole had screwed hers. There
was another job offer in Paris, maybe Jenny would want
to travel there instead.
She saw her daughter sleeping peacefully with the
diary lying on her chest. She smiled, remembering her
own childhood, her own diary and then remembered that
was how her Mother had found out about her dad and had
told Nicole that her daddy had abused her. After
months at a psychiatrist's office, Nicole remembered
the abuse and it had almost driven her crazy the
images the psychiatrist related back to Nicole. The
knives he used, although there were no scars. The
things he had shoved up into her pussy and ass,
although not once since going to a new doctor, had any
of the specialists found anything to confirm her
psychiatrist's findings. And, finally, the pictures
they showed her. They told her, her daddy had taken
those disgusting pictures of her, but how in each one,
Nicoles face was turned away so that she never saw her
reflection in any of them. As always, Nicole's head
started hurting like a hammer was striking and she
pushed all those thoughts aside. A few more minutes
of that and Nicole was curious about the things Jenny
might be writing. Surely, just this one time, it
couldn't hurt to check up on her daughter. 'A mother
needs to know what kind of trouble her daughter might
be getting into,' she told herself.
* * * * * *
Nicole closed the door quietly, struggling with
herself not to slam it shut. 'That little bitch! How
dare she steal from me! And all those times my
clothes have been missing, and I thought it was the
cleaning company, it was her all along.' Nicole was
furious to realize that her daughter was a spoiled,
immature, self-satisfying little brat! She could move
her little ass to Houston and like it, god dammit!
She fixed herself a stiff drink to help her calm down
and then went into her own bedroom suite. After
awhile, and another drink, a double; she was much
mellower, and she called Richard. 'It's high time
that he get involved in raising his bitch daughter!'
She told herself as the phone rang on the other end of
the line.
* * * * *
'I don't give a shit what's going on in your life! I
have raised this brat for the last five years, getting
no money from you, much less any help. She has been
stealing money and clothes from me, lying to me,
calling me a bitch behind my back and cursing to me to
my face. It's your turn.' Nicole stopped just long
enough in her phone call to her ex-husband and Jenny's
father, to take a deep breath and then continued.
'After Jenny graduates, I'm going to Paris and I will
send the little cunt to you in New York. I don't care
what you do with her! You can fuck her for all I
care.' Richard finally broke through Nicole's litany
and she stopped and then listened while he told her to
go ahead and make all the plans she needed to. He
would take care of things from this end and be at the
airport to pick Jenny up whenever Nicole told him to.
Nicole normally would've been suspicious of this
change of heart from Richard, but after the third
drink and the anger she still held onto over Jenny, it
slipped by her completely.
The next few weeks, Jenny had thought her mother acted
pretty strange. She had tried to talk to her, had
whined, threw temper tantrums, but nothing was getting
the right reaction she was looking for. Then her
mother had surprised her by suggesting, since school
was now out, that she go to a sleepover with one of
her friends. Nicole told Jenny she needed to go out
of town and she didn't want Jenny to have to spend
another weekend alone with Mrs. Corning, the older
housekeeper/cook Nicole hired through the week. So,
Jenny packed up her backpack and left that morning for
Maddie's, her best friend for years.
As soon as Nicole saw that Jenny was in Maddie's
house, she went into action. She had already told the
new bank that she would be taking the Paris offer and
needed a week to get all of her things packed up and
shipped overseas. Jenny's things were going to New
York.
'the little slut can just travel to New York with what
she's got on her tight little ass for all I care.'
Every time Nicole thought about Jenny's diary entries,
it fueled her anger, until all she could see was the
spoiled little bitch that her sweet little girl had
turned into. And she could blame none of it on
Richard since he hadn't seen her for years.
The weekend was hectic but finally Nicole got
everything done regarding Jenny's things, shipping
them overnight early Saturday morning. All she had to
do was deliver her to the airport! Jenny had been
wanting to go to New York to visit her Daddy for
years. Every time she whined about it, it was always
at one of the most hectic times at work. Well, it had
been 5 years since Richard had seen his daughter and
since Jenny was now a graduate and eighteen, legally
an adult, Nicole used this as her chance to unload.
She would tell Jenny that before moving to Houston,
she was giving Jenny 2 weeks with her Dad. She knew
that would get her on the plane. Jenny would never
notice the ticket was one-way.
Sunday afternoon, Jenny plopped into the car. Maddie
had had a fight with her mom and dad so the last few
hours hadn't been all that great! She was mad at her
mom since she was 5 minutes late picking her up and
she still didn't want to move to Houston. She decided
she was going to give her Mom the cold shoulder.
'Jenny, I know that the way we have had to live has
been hard on you. Your eighteenth birthday is over,
you're an adult now. Since you have been such a great
daughter…' Nicole almost gagged on this one, 'I
decided to send you to New York for a visit with Daddy
for a couple of weeks, before we move to Houston.
What do you think?' Nicole hoped that the right
reaction would come forth from the sullen bitch. She
waited. And it did.
'Oh, Mom! Is this for real?' Jenny turned in the car
to face her mom and was very excited about what her
mom had just told her. She never saw her Daddy
enough. Jenny just knew it was her Mom's fault for
why her Daddy had left them. And it was her mom's job
that always took them traipsing all over the country,
everywhere but New York, where her Daddy had lived
since he had to leave their home. '2 weeks with
Daddy? Oh, mom, that's just great! I can't wait to
see him! Do you think he will even remember me? Do
you think he will think I'm all grown up now? I
wonder where he lives. I wonder what my room will be
like. What did Daddy say when you talked to him?'
Nicole knew then that she had done the right thing.
Her daughter hadn't once thought to tell her Mom
'thanks'. So she filled Jenny in and took the
turn-off to the airport.
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