Abby – Chapter Thirteen
Just as Miles had predicted, Alice found her way to the entrance of Daddy’s bedroom at the end of one of the northern hallways. I wouldn’t have been able to help find this place; I never had a reason for adventuring to this section of the house. It was a good thing Miles had a plan.
Alice knocked twice and Daddy’s voice instructed her to enter. The hinges creaked as she pushed open the door and advanced inside with Miles and myself just a few paces behind. The room was extraordinarily elegant, even in comparison to the rest of the mansion. The walls were a basic white with a stylish molding running along the high ceiling where a crystal chandelier was suspended. Against the back wall was an enormous bed with a silver canopy draped over the white, wooden arches that locked the bedposts together about five feet above the mattress. Two nightstands, identical if it weren’t for the book placed on the left one, were situated on each side of the bed. A large, white dresser consumed a good portion of the right wall, void of untidiness. But no furniture sat against the left wall; there was only an open entryway that led away from the main foyer into another branch of the bedroom.
Standing equidistant from Alice and the bed against the back wall was Daddy. He hadn’t changed out of one of the suits he wore during the day, but the tie was loosened and the jacket was nowhere to be seen. He gave an awkward glance in my direction.
“Oh, I didn’t expect you Miles,” Daddy said without a hint of alarm.
“And Abby, shouldn’t you be in bed?” I shied my way behind Miles, afraid of confronting Daddy in the manner Miles intended to. It wasn’t possible for me to do any good getting involved in the quarrel that would soon begin; I’d only hinder Miles’ performance. Alice also took this time to step back into a corner of the room and act as an observer.
“I would like to talk to you,” Miles proclaimed, “about my resignation and about Abigail’s future.”
“Abby, go back to bed,” Daddy said in a stern voice. But Miles had my hand in his, so I knew where I belonged; right here beside him, not in my crib. Out of fear that his expression would intimidate me, I refused to look up and merely shook my head.
“It seems she would rather stay here and partake in our conversation,” Miles said, expressing the utmost confidence that my presence would only be beneficial.
Daddy nodded, unable to do much else than to agree with Miles if he wanted to keep the formalities intact. Irrationalities wouldn’t get Daddy anywhere against Miles and they both knew that very well.
“She may stay,” Daddy agreed.
“Now what is this about your resignation, Miles? You had only begun your position yesterday.”
“I decided it was best for Abigail and me to leave the household,” Miles replied.
“Why is it best that you leave?” Daddy inquired.
“It would be disrespectful to maintain a position in your home without abiding by the rules, and I seem to have immunity with your hypnotisms.” Miles wasn’t subtle with the remark and it made Daddy uncomfortable. The curiosity and frustration was written on his face. Things were looking brighter for Miles and me.
“I see,” Daddy finally responded after a minute of silence.
“Then I agree. You should take leave.”
“I would like to take Abigail with me,” Miles pressed.
“That’s unfortunate,” Daddy snapped back, losing his tranquility.
“I am her father, and ultimately I make her decisions. I do not believe Abby is ready to enter the world.”
“I beg to differ,” Miles replied casually.
Daddy let one corner of his mouth curl up into a crooked smile.
“You think she is prepared to leave this house?” Miles nodded his head.
“I will make a deal with you,” Daddy proposed formally as he turned and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it with his hands in his lap.
“If you can sway me to believe that Abby is no longer a child, then you may take her. If you fail to do so by sunrise, you’ll leave without question and never return.” I stood behind Miles, mortified. There was no way he would consent to this. Miles knew the position I was in; the effect the hypnotisms had on me and my only option of underwear for the past month. It would be impossible to prove I was an adult by sunrise. I didn’t want to lose Miles forever.
“I agree to your terms,” Miles challenged.
I had to interject.
“Miles please don’t do this. We will find another way. If I can’t prove that I am grown up-“
“Don’t worry,” Miles chimed.
“I have faith in you.” My cheeks darkened a shade and I nodded solemnly.
“I will do my best,” I promised him. Then Miles turned back to Daddy and began the dispute.
“Explain to me how you could consider Abigail a child.” Miles requested with confidence.
“I will refute everything you say.”
“Abby has spent over a month now drinking from nothing but a baby bottle, crawling along the floor to get around, speaking in a childish voice, sleeping in an enlarged crib, playing with blocks and rattles for amusement, and using diapers instead of visiting the restroom.” I felt my cheeks burn as each thing Daddy listed off added to my humiliation. How Miles would contest Daddy’s argument was beyond me. Even under the hypnosis, I hadn’t been able to control the simplest of adult behaviors. Doubt rapidly surged through my body, and soon I wanted to cry.
“That is all true,” Miles admitted, “but it is irrelevant now. Abigail is not subjective to your hypnosis anymore, and she will no longer perform any of the actions you have recited.”
“Oh?” Daddy asked with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s only reasonable to test your theory then. Don’t you agree?” Miles nodded. I tugged on his arm; I wanted to ask if it was wise to provoke Daddy, but I never had to ask.
“Trust me,” he whispered back to me.
“Nora?” Daddy called loudly, and within a few seconds a woman in a white nightgown, half hidden by the archway on the left side of the room, was present. From what Miles described, this must have been the woman he had met in the woods, although her brown hair had a reddish tint under the crystal chandelier just like mine did in the sunlight.
She cautiously took her place at Daddy’s side, avoiding eye contact with me but glancing at Miles every few seconds. Her eyes were dark brown, even in the well lit room. I suddenly remembered what Miles had said this woman being the one who wrote my hypnotisms and I was subjective to obey her voice. The anxiety was pressing on my chest and my breathing became shallow.
“Don’t worry, Abigail,” Miles whispered back to me when he heard my askew breaths.
“I anticipated this.”
“Nora,” Daddy spoke to the woman after she reached his side, “will you please demonstrate to Miles that Abby is not prepared for the real world?” The brown-haired woman, Nora, seemed to hesitate. She took a look at me for the first time, and I ducked my head into Miles’ shoulder, unable to make eye contact without my heart beat racing. If I had a panic attack at this moment, Miles would have trouble focusing on the confrontation between him and Daddy. I didn’t want to make this any harder on Miles.
“Nora,” Daddy repeated in a more impatient tone, “inform Abby that babies cannot stand upright, and just so Miles fully comprehends how helpless Abby is, show them both that Abby isn’t ready for big girl underwear.”
“Abby,” Nora spoke softly. Her voice was melodic as if she was singing me a familiar song. I focused on only her voice, paying close attention as not to miss a single word.
“You are a baby, and babies cannot walk,” Nora said.
“You are a baby, and babies wet themselves.” My knees felt weak, but I didn’t return to reality until the seat of my dress hit the floor. I had fallen backwards onto my rear, and worst of all, the diaper was warm against my skin. I thought I had grown up, but if I wasn’t big enough to keep myself dry then there was no way I could expect to leave this building with Miles. Tears started to form in my ducts, but before any could slip down my cheek, Miles reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Are you alright?” he asked with concern.
“You need to stand up.”
“I can’t,” I whispered back, shaking my head. I wasn’t the adult he thought I was, or the adult he needed me to be. I had failed him. I would have to say goodbye to him forever.
“Yes you can,” Miles retorted.
“You can do anything, Abigail. Now get up.” Contrary to my judgment, I tugged at Miles hand and rose to my feet. I expected to collapse back to the floor like a child trying to walk for the first time, but my knees locked in place and standing wasn’t any harder than it was a minute ago.
I looked up at Daddy and Nora. Their mouths were open in awe, watching as I brushed off the bottom of my dress. Something had surprised them. Had I done that? “It looks like you were wrong about Abigail,” Miles said to Daddy.
“She did indeed fall,” Daddy replied, astonishment still written on his face.
“It was a momentary relapse,” Miles explained.
“Nonetheless, she can still walk like any adult and as there obviously isn’t a puddle at her feet. It is safe to assume your hypnotisms no longer apply.” I understood now what Miles meant earlier by the diaper being a precaution. Daddy would have never expected that I would wear one while my maturity was being judged. Thanks to the diaper, I hadn’t wet my clothing or caused a spectacle. As far as Daddy and Nora knew, I had managed to refrain from wetting myself.
“Nora!” Daddy scowled.
“Abby,” Nora’s musical voice quivered, “you are a baby. Babies cannot walk.” I looked to Miles when my knees didn’t buckle. I couldn’t comprehend the situation. Why had I been so obedient with Nora before and what had changed between then and now? “Go ahead Abby,” was Miles’ reply.
“Show her you can walk.” I nodded and took a step closer to Nora as she repeated herself. Her commands had no affect on me and I advanced forward. This time Nora stumbled back a little and said her instructions again. I continued to walk until I was right in front of Nora.
“Babies cannot walk!” she screamed as I stopped in front of her.
I looked her up and down, which was something I should have done from the beginning. I didn’t want to believe it, but there was no mistake. I had her eyes, her hair, and even her figure although she was an inch or so taller. This woman had to be my mother.
I put my arms around her and pressed my cheek to her shoulder. I felt tears falling from my eyes to her nightgown, but I wasn’t concerned about that. It took a few moments but she wrapped her arms around me too.
“I am so sorry,” she whispered in my ear.
“It’s alright, Mom,” I chuckled.
After I had finished crying and stopped hugging my mother, I turned to look at Miles. When he saw me smile, he walked over to me and kissed my cheek. Then all three of us, Miles, my Mom, and I, looked at Daddy.
“Dad,” I said nervously since that was the first time I addressed him as such.
“I want to live with Miles.” He stood up, exchanged glances between Miles and myself, and nodded.
“I have done everything in my power to keep you my little girl. I tried using hypnotisms to keep you from leaving home, or kissing boy, or removing the evidence if you wet yourself. But you have thwarted all my attempts at keeping you here, and I now realize that is because of this boy. If you want to be with him, then stopping you would make me a terrible father.” I put my arms around my father and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you so much, Dad.”
“Anything to make you happy, sweetheart,” he replied, disappointed in his defeat.
When that hug was over, my mom and dad hugged next, and Mom said to him, “I did my best to help you.” He shushed her and responded with, “You were right all along.”
“Alice,” Daddy shouted over to the corner where I had forgotten Alice played the part of a silent spectator for this performance.
“Can you please show Abigail and Miles to a more appropriate bedroom?” Alice nodded and led us out the door. When we got into the hall, Alice and I hugged and she got talking about my wedding. The suggestion made me nervous, but from the corner of my eye I could see Miles smiling that symmetrical smile I couldn’t help but adore. Anything that made him smile couldn’t be worth getting anxious over.
Finally, Alice led us to a door in the east hallway and opened it for us. The inside was carpeted, which was rare in this house. The comforter on the king sized bed was a lush red, which matched the heart shaped décor nicely. I was beginning to suspect this was a setup.
“Alice,” I asked inquisitively, “why is this room decorated with hearts?”
“It wasn’t intended for you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she replied.
“There are plenty of rooms in this house and we never use them all, so I decorate them in different themes. I though this one fit the situation best.”
“You’re amazing.” Alice smiled and made her way to the door.
“Get some rest,” Alice said cheerfully.
“No one will knock or enter this room. I promise.”
“Thank you, Alice,” I said as my cheeks turned pink.
“Oh, Abby, I almost forgot,” Alice said on her way out.
“In the top drawer on the right are a few pairs of attractive underwear if you want to change out of that wet diaper before bed.” If I wasn’t blushing noticeably before, I certainly was now.
“How did you-“
“I am your best friend; I know everything,” she said with a grin and shut the door behind her.
After Alice left the room, I excused myself to the adjacent bathroom to change. Alice wasn’t kidding about the sexual appeal of my underwear choice. My selection was all tight and lacey. Everything fit very well though; the pink underwear as well as the uncommonly short nightgown. Miles was already in a pair of pajama pants and less fashionable shirt when I returned. He turned off the lights, we climbed under the soft crimson blanket and I pulled myself close to him. Things were perfect…almost.
“I don’t quite understand everything that happened today,” I admitted to Miles.
“What would you like to know?” he asked politely in a quiet voice.
“What were my mom and dad talking about at the end, about my mom doing the best she could, and about her being right?”
“I can only infer, but I believe it’s because your dad wanted you to stay here with him while your mom wanted you to go out and enjoy the world. Nonetheless, she cooperated with your father in keeping you here because she wanted to see him happy. That’s why, in the woods, she told me not to return to the house.”
“Why did she hide herself from me, anyway? I didn’t even know she was still alive.”
“It’s just another assumption, but I believe your mother couldn’t be around you knowing that she was intruding on your future. As I said, she didn’t want to keep you here, but out of love for her husband, she created the hypnotic tapes. She couldn’t bear to see you after taking away your free will, and in theory, you listened to the first tape soon after you were born.” I nodded. That made perfect sense.
“And one other thing; if I was still hypnotized when all this happened, why didn’t I wet myself when you kissed me in the nursery, and why didn’t I fall over when I tried to walk up to her?”
“My theory was that you trust your hypnotisms to keep you safe, considering you subconsciously remembered your mother’s voice from when you were little. This also explains why your father didn’t create the tapes himself; you are more prone to trusting your mother’s voice. But it seems I overrule her. Since I told you not to wet yourself before our kiss, you didn’t. Since I told you to walk to your mother, you did. Your trust in me voids the hypnotisms.”
“So because I trust you more than the hypnotisms, they don’t work?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s romantic,” I said with a smile. There was a long pause, and I first wondered if he fell asleep. I had no other questions for him, but I did have something I needed to say.
“Miles?” I asked quietly, barley audible even in the silence.
“Yes, Abigail?” he responded in a whisper slightly louder than my own.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Epilogue: Farewells “You promise to come back, right?” Alice asked as I hugged her goodbye.
Everyone was on the front porch wishing me pleasant farewells. Dad had his arm over Mom’s shoulder, and she was very close to crying. Lily and Lola were to the right of Alice, flashing wide smiles in my direction. Even Madeline was there, probably only to make sure I was actually leaving though.
“I promise,” I repeated to Alice for the tenth time.
“I’ll visit during the holidays.”
“That’s over three months away,” she whined.
“You’re welcome to come with us,” I offered.
“I would love to, but my place is here.” I reluctantly let go of Alice and went to give Lola her hug, and then Lily. It was awkward; I had never hugged them before and they were almost as tall as my dad, but much thinner.
“I’m glad things are looking up for you,” Lola smiled.
“Have a wonderful autumn,” Lily said cheerfully.
“We’ll see you in December.”
“I can’t wait,” I responded sincerely.
I left the two of them and went to hug my parents, starting first with my mom.
“I’ll miss you,” Mom whispered to me.
“I finally get to spend time with you and you are leaving.”
“Its okay, Mom,” I said.
“I will be back soon and we can do anything you’d like.” She nodded, kissed my cheek, and let go of me. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she was smiling.
Dad hugged me next, and kissed my forehead.
“Stay safe, Abigail,” he said to me.
“Do you understand?” I nodded.
“I promise, Dad.” Madeline was another story. I haven’t said a word to her since the punishment she had given to me, and I still held a grudge. I had spent the night planning on how to handle this situation, and I wasn’t very content with my conclusion. I could easily hug my best friend or my parents, but showing any affection toward Madeline was difficult. I wasn’t sure if I could do this.
“I’ll see you later, Madeline,” I mustered up the kindest tone I could.
She shrugged and I took a step closer to her. I knew she wasn’t going to accept a hug, but fortunately that wasn’t what I was going for. Quickly, leaning toward her, I kissed her on the lips.
Before she could react, the leggings she wore under her maid uniform began to dampen. A puddle formed at her feet, and suddenly she had nothing to say. Her cheeks turned light red, which was the first time I had ever seen Madeline blush. My overconfident, control-obsessed nemesis had just wet herself, an action she would soon learn to do constantly.
“It’s your turn to be taken care of,” I whispered to her.
“I’ll see you this holiday, princess.” I put my left hand in my pocket, hesitated, and withdrew it empty. Turning back to Miles, I noticed everyone’s reaction to Madeline’s little accident. Lily and Lola were snickering, Alice had a sly smile across her face, and my parents couldn’t help but chuckle too. I knew they wouldn’t replace me, but now they had someone else that needed to be cared for.
Miles grabbed my right hand, already holding the suitcase with his other, and stepped off the porch with me alongside him. I gave a final wave to my friends and family and headed into the woods. I admit there was a slight moment of anxiety as I crossed the edge of the forest, but I kept on walking through the trees. With Miles, the hypnotisms were gone. I could be whoever I wanted to be.
I then reached into my pocket with my left hand and fiddled with the pacifier I had intended to put in Madeline’s mouth and complete her initiation into babyhood. But for some reason I hadn’t, and I couldn’t understand my hesitation. Maybe I didn’t want to embarrass her further, or perhaps I didn’t want to part with my pacifier. Nonetheless, it was still in the left pocket of my dress as Miles and I began our new life together.
“This is just the beginning of our future, Abigail,” Miles said cheerfully. That brilliant symmetrical smile flashed across his face.
“You can call me Abby,” I responded, and kissed him on the lips.
The End of Abby – Chapter Thirteen.
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