I was at the hospital when they brought her in. Twelve years old, a stunningly beautiful girl, with a severe closed head injury. I was called to the emergency department, and I took her straight to surgery.
I had to remove the top of her skull, to give the brain room to swell. I knew that there had already been damage, because of the time that had gone by since the accident. But, she was alive, still breathing on her own, and I hoped for the best. I didn't expect a lot, but I hoped.
She been out with her older brother, when he ran his truck off the road. He'd been killed instantly, the steering column of his '51 GMC pickup spearing through his chest like a roman lance. Beth had been asleep, and thankfully had a seat belt on. But her head had banged against the windows when the truck rolled.
A trucker had called it in almost immediately. An ambulance had been from the nearest town, some thirty miles away. The State Police arrived after the ambulance did. The ambulance people had taken the time to load Beth, and what remained of Jeff, before heading back to town. Thank God, a local doctor had examined her, and called for immediate air evacuation. Unfortunately, we had lost over two hours of critical time, time for the pressure to be killing off brain cells.
I knew her, knew her well. I'd known her since the day she was born. She was my niece, daughter of my sister. I'd known her dad since we were classmates together at the University of Chicago. I'd introduced George to my sister Jill.
I'd been best man at his wedding, and I was Jeff's godfather. He'd been my best man, too, and he'd sat through my drunks when she walked out on me. It was George that talked me into coming to this area, to establish my practice in neurosurgery. We were as close as two men could be that weren't brothers.
I'd sat with him the night Jill died. I'd helped them find the best oncologist possible. I'd greased the skids to get her evaluated by the best people in the country. She'd fought like a tiger, but it just wasn't going to be beaten. So George had become a widower a little over a year ago. Now, he'd lost his only son, and his daughter would have some degree of brain damage. I couldn't help but wonder how he would cope with this.
I never found out, because his Cessna went down about 20 miles from town. I got the word when I was taking a break in the physician's lounge. A State Trooper told me that George had arrowed straight in, and nobody knew what had happened. The plane had just suddenly dropped off the radar, and that was that.
I couldn't take the time to grieve right then. Beth was still in bad shape, her vital signs erratic, and her swelling was still at a critical stage. The longer it lasted, the more permanent damage there would be. I went back up to the Pediatric I.C.U., and sat with her for an hour or so. The pressure wasn't increasing, but it wasn't going down either.
By the morning, it began to fall. The swelling was receding, now we would have to see how much permanent damage there would be. Two days later, I took her back to the O.R., retrieved the top of her skull from the pouch I'd made in her belly, and reattached it. I had a plastic surgeon take care of suturing her belly, to minimize any possible scar. Her hair would cover the scalp scars.
Six days later, Beth woke up. She was groggy, and seemed to be having some memory deficits. She didn't recognize me at all, and could barely remember who she was.
Over the next few days, most of that cleared up. Her memory returned. I told her about Jeff and her dad, and she cried like any kid would. But an hour later, she didn't remember anything about their deaths. It was as if I had never told her.
Unfortunately, this was the way it was. Beth was locked in as a twelve year old girl, virtually unable to learn anything new. Oh you could pound in some things, by constant repetition, but nothing very complex. She could still read, but only up to the Nancy Drew level. She could do basic math, but not learn algebra. It took almost a month before she retained the fact that she was an orphan.
Her ability to play the piano did not seem to be affected at all. She learned new pieces easily, but couldn't remember a written passage five minutes after she had read it. She could walk and talk and dance and do everything physical that she had ever done. She was just mentally a very young woman, and would stay pretty much at that emotional and intellectual level for the rest of her life.
Of course we didn't learn all of this overnight. I had her taken to a top flight rehabilitation center, where she spent six months in rehabilitation. I kept close watch on her progress. She did better than had been expected, but she would never show anything like the potential she had formerly had.
George had designated me as the guardian of the children in case anything happened to him. So, I took charge of Beth, and saw to it that she got the best possible treatment. I had her examined by the best psychologists, and evaluated at several other centers. There was nothing that was going to significantly change her situation.
I had her enrolled at a school for teens like her. It was located in Santa Barbara, California, and had an international reputation for working with brain damaged people. I went out to see her after a couple of weeks, and then more or less let things slide. I was busy, and time got away from me. I hadn't seen her for almost four months.
I received a call from the school. Beth was pregnant, most likely by one of the staff. I asked for an abortion, with a DNA test on the remains. I wanted the bastard that had done this to pay, with a lot of years in prison.
"Doctor Williams, you have to understand. What happened was wrong, but it will happen again. Beth has discovered that she has something both men and women want. She enjoys pleasing people, and she doesn't care what they do with her. It seems that several of the staff have been using her for weeks now. We can't protect her, this is not a locked facility. The staff members will be punished legally, but Beth's protection is paramount."
They were discharging her from the facility. I was told to come and get her and her things. I could authorize the arrangements for the abortion, and DNA tests, and the local DA would pay for it. They were just as interested in prosecuting the culprit as I was.
I cancelled my scheduled surgeries, and office appointments, and flew out to Los Angeles. I drove up to Santa Barbara, and picked up Beth at the Devine School. I was really taken aback when I saw her.
Her hair was almost eight inches long now, and was beautifully styled. It was honey blonde, curled somewhat, and shaped to accentuate her heart shaped face.
She had on mascara, which really brought out her lashes. Her eyes were a dark blue, big and gorgeous. Her skin was that peaches and cream color that women pay a fortune for, and can never match. Her lips were red, perfectly shaped, and her teeth pearly white with her frequent smiles.
She had on a cream colored dress, with a full skirt. Nylons covered her legs, and she had on a blue scarf. Her figure was more womanly, with a larger bust, a narrow waist and wide hips. She was still slender, but much more vividly female. Her perfume should have been called "Rape and Ravish", it brought to mind such thoughts.
"Uncle Pete, I'm so happy to see you", she squealed, launching herself at me. Her lips met mine, and I was suddenly aware that this was a woman kissing me. Her lips parted, and her tongue tried to slide inside my mouth. Her body undulated against mine, and I became acutely aware of just how nice that felt.
The director of the school, Dr. Azain, came over just then. He shook my hand, and apologized for having to get me out there on such short notice. "We posted a staff member in the hallway outside Beth's room last night. She climbed out a window, and met someone near the tennis courts. They were discovered making love at sunup. He got away, I'm sorry to say. I'm afraid she can only be controlled in a locked environment."
I told him that I would be looking into legal action. "I know for a fact that Beth was a virgin when she came here. I had her examined less than a week before she arrived, and she was 'virgo intacta', so you bastards didn't do your fucking job."
"Dr. William's, you can sue us if you want to. I don't know how Beth got awakened sexually, but she is. She likes sex, and you have a real problem on your hands. She's a very attractive girl, and with her attitude, she'll attract men like bee's are attracted to honey. I wish you good luck, you'll need it." We had a lengthy discussion, and I gradually came to realize that Beth was going to be very difficult to control.
Arrangements had been made for Beth to undergo an abortion at Cottage hospital. The Sheriff would take custody of the remains immediately, and they would conduct the necessary DNA studies. I had Beth's things loaded into the back of my car, and I drove her to the hospital, accompanied by a female deputy sheriff.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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