Continuing Story Part 22


Dahlia x hortensis

Rachel jumped up from  her seat and ran over and wrapped her arms around Dahlia saying how glad she was that she was safe and sound. She placed her arms around her and guided her to sit next to her. Ralph reached over and patted her hand, telling her that he had been worried and now he could sleep better tonight.

Ruth looked at the three of them and was thanking God for making the right decision by calling these people. She could tell that there was a lot of love in this family. Rachel turned Dahlia’s face towards her and asked why. Why did you leave, I thought you were happy here with us. What possibly could have happened to make you want to run away?

Dahlia placed her head in the position of looking down at her lap. She realized that she loved these two people. With not being able to see, she could feel the love from them, and she was sorry that she had worried them so much. She could always sense when they were in the room no matter where they were. The scents, the warmth, and the glow, was important factors to a blind person, The touch of Rachel’s soft hands, the smoothness in her voice, showing patience and love. Why had she not confided in these two, and had decided to just run.

Tears started to run down her face and she buried her face in her hands. She was aware that everyone’s eyes were on her, but nothing came out of her mouth. Ralph handed her his hankie and told her to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. He went on to say with confidence that nothing could be so bad, that she could not confide in either one of them.

Dahlia could not take the words,she stood up and felt her way over to where Ruth was sitting, and Ruth tried to comfort her while saying, please tell them, child , what happened. What made you run like this, please explain to them. Can’t you feel the love they have for you? You can trust them.

Dahlia sat in silence, trying, wanting to get the words out, but how could she tell them that their own son, had taken advantage of her. How could she hurt them like this. The clock could be heard ticking in the background, the silence was so loud in the room. No one was saying anything, and all ears were tuned into her mouth.

Ralph broke the silence by asking her if something had happened at the picnic yesterday. Did someone say something to hurt you? Were you offended in some way? While he was speaking he and Rachel, went over to where Ruth and Dahlia were sitting, and knelt down in front of them, placing their hands on top of Dahlias. Please tell us, we can  help with what ever it was.

Dahlia gasped and choked on her breath, spitting out, it was him. Him? Who him? Drew. Ralph asked immediately, what did Drew do? He looked at Rachel and Rachel looked at him. All fell silent again, as the same thoughts were racing through each of the minds of the husband and wife.

Ralph coughed, and tears began to well up in his own eyes, and he said to Dahlia in a monotone voice, I think we know what you are talking about, we both think we know what has happened. Did he touch you? Did he place his hands on you? Please tell us.

Dahlia explained with much encouragement, how she had went outside with one of the ladies at the boarding house, and they had taken a walk and had found a bench and sat and chatted for a while. She explained how her friend got up and went back inside, with she, herself, saying she would follow in a few minutes. She explained how a mouth had covered hers and how she had been dragged to a spot farther away and he had taken advantage of her virginity.

Ralph got up and went back to his seat, while Rachel kept holding Dahlia’s hands. We thought this was over, we thought we had solved all of this a long time ago. The whispers of her words could be barely heard, and Dahlia asked her what had she just said. Rachel got up also and went back to her own seat, leaving Ruth to hold Dahlia close to her while the two others explained what had happened so long ago.

They explained that Drew had become ill several years ago. He had run a very high fever, and nothing the doctors could do would bring that temperature down. They kept him in ice packs and they bathed him and with its own will, the fever did finally break, but the damage left behind, did something to his head, and sometimes he took to crazy spells, acting differently than who he was.

Rachel continued to explain how Drew would look at her in embarrassing ways and on different occasions, he would barge into their bedroom, coming over and sitting on the bed for no reason. One time, Ralph and Rachel were in the middle of a passionate moment, and he barged in.

They had called a special doctor the next day and set an appointment to get their son some help. He had gone to this doctor for over a year, but then the doctor had explained, that with much help and testings, they thought they had this all sorted out, and the world could be at rest now, knowing he was back to the man he once was, but something has happened, and he has lost his mind once again.

Dahlia sat there dumbfounded. Her first thoughts were how could you leave so many innocent ladies live in your house, and we are all blind too? How could we defend ourselves against such a monster, but then she had gotten to know Drew also, and he never gave her a feeling that she should live in fear. He had never treated her with any less respect than she expected.

Her heart began to soften a little, but the memories of the pain were still too close to the heart. Ralph looked at Ruth and saw that even she had a glistening from her eyes. The story was so sad. A man who was a good man, became ill, and a monster was born, showing itself when ever it felt like.

Please come home with us dear Dahlia. We will take him back to the doctor. We will also take you to a doctor to make sure you are physically alright. If you need special help to get through this terrible ordeal, we can find someone for you. We care so much about you, dear girl. You have a wonderful future ahead of you, you love your school. How can we beg you for forgiveness over something we thought was buried years ago, please come home with us.

Continuing Story Part 15


 

After they arrived home from school, they were each to go to their rooms and study their

 

English: Dahlia 'Graceland'

 

books. Dahlia did her best, but her mind kept wandering to the handsome teacher with the deep voice.

 

Drake was at the kitchen table and he was going over papers that were turned in that day, and placing marks on good papers, and others, making checks where improvement need to be made. After finishing this part, he opened his teacher guide-book and scanned over what tomorrow’s lesson was going to be on, and made some notations of what he wanted to make sure his class understood.

 

Soon, he heard the steps of the ladies coming into the kitchen. They were starting to prepare supper, and as Dahlia entered the room, Drake noticed the room brought a bright ray of sunshine in. His mind flashed for a moment of the view he took in as she entered the room, but hastily closed his books and placed them in his teacher’s bag, all ready for the new day.

 

He started to get up and leave the ladies to their work, but Sue asked him if he could go into the cellar and bring up two jars of green beans and a jar of red beets. She explained how dark cellars just sent shivers down her spine.

 

Drake wasn’t so eager to leave for unknown reasons to him, so he said, of course he would help by going to get them. After he left, Sue and Dahlia’s eyes met and a wink was tossed in each others direction.

 

When Drake arrived with the jars, Ellen had an apron waiting for him, and said that all of them would love to hear about what was planned for the year in his class. Drake didn’t realize that he had been conned into staying with them, so Dahlia could get to know him better. They knew that a man loved nothing better than to talk about themselves, so they set the bait, and he bit.

 

As Drake spoke of his love of teaching and what they were going to learn this year, one was peeling potatoes and carrots, another was browning some meat, Sue was making fresh lemonade, and Ellen was slicing bread, and Drake was found setting the table.

 

The time for preparations went very quickly as all ears and eyes were on Drake, drinking in all of his thoughts, while catching Dahlia sneaking a glance at Drake off and on. The ladies giggles softly, covering their mouths with their hands, so not to force Drake to ask what was going on.

 

Soon Rachael and Ralph walked in the front doors and met up with everyone bustling in the kitchen, finishing up their individual chores. Sue announced supper would be ready in about ten minutes, if Rachael and Ralph wanted to freshen up first. With that the husband and wife turned around and walked out, saying they would be back in a few minutes.

 

The finishing touches were placed on the table, when Drew walked in with a bouquet of flowers, he had picked in the back yard. The table candles were lit, Rachael and Ralph had reappeared, and they once again all sat down, with Drake sitting directly across from Dahlia. All took hands and said grace and thanks for the foods and good things that had happened in this day.

 

Rachael commented on how nice the table looked and Dahlia piped in that Drake had set the table. Rachael and Ralph looked at each other in surprise and then looked at Dahlia’s transparent eyes, and all smiled and began to eat.

 

After dinner, all was cleaned up and since it was such a beautiful evening, they all decided to post the time to sit on the porch, and take a walk, going in no particular direction, just where the feet led them.

 

Drake found himself stepping in line with Dahlia, and Dahlia felt her heart skip a beat, but never let on that she felt him so near. The chatter was nice among all of them. They commented on  the houses that were being decorated for the fall holidays. Wreaths of red and orange leaves could be found on front doors, and kids had pasted real leaves in front windows. Crickets could be  heard, and their was a change in the air, as fall was entering and summer was leaving. Crisp air, filled the nostrils, making breathing a joy. Trees were starting to change colors and all commented on the beauty of this transformation.

 

Once the walk was over they went back to the boarding home, and no one wanted to go inside, so they sat on the porch and most of this time was spent in silence and their own personal thoughts.

 

Rachael yawned, and others took cue of this and they all drifted off to their own rooms, to finish up any book work that didn’t get done before supper, and to get ready for bed.

 

Dahlia spent her time without the books, but instead chose to go to the kitchen, and using a chair for balance, she practiced some dance moves she had been learning. Her legs and ankles felt weak, and she needed much work to sturdy them and make them strong. She used her cane and imagined her distance around the table, and then carefully, twirled herself around, lifting one leg, and standing on tip toe with the other. Her hands delicately went into the air, as if speaking to someone, and gently lowering them. Such grace she was using,and thoughts so intense, that she didn’t notice that someone was standing in the door way smiling and watching.

 

Continuing Story Part 13


Dahlia x hortensis

The other students all started talking at once to Dahlia. They asked many questions, where did she come from, how long had she been blind, and what had happened to cause it. Did she have brothers and sisters. All of these questions drew Dahlia in quickly and before long the kitchen was full of chatter and laughter.

They showed Dahlia where the plates and glass and silver ware was, and walked her around the kitchen having her feel each chair, and then said that for tonight, this was her job in helping. When she was done with that, she could fill the bowls with the lettuce and tomatoes that would be their salad.

As Dahlia fumbled doing her job, she was intently listening to the talk about school. One of the girls was talking about the mean old teacher in history, another one was speaking of the nice boy in her math class. Others were speaking of the dance steps they were being taught and how hard it was to balance and step at the same time.

Dahlia asked about the two sons that lived here and what did they teach at school. Susan, one of the students took Dahlia aside and said to her, that each of them taught at the school. One was an English teacher, and that was Drake, and Drew was a Spanish teacher. She told her about how dreamy the voice of Drake was, and that when she listened to him speak, she just wanted to drool. Dahlia laughed at this, never having felt that any man could make a woman drool.

Soon Ralph walked in the door, and he and Rachel both made their appearance in the kitchen by saying hello to everyone, and Rachael asked if there was anything left over that she could help with. The girls piped up that no, all was done and supper was ready.

They all found their places at the table and each holding each others hands, they all said grace together, and then each person said aloud what they had been thankful for that day.

Susan sat next to Dahlia, and Drake sat on the other side of her. The conversation was nice and friendly. The dinner was delicious. When supper was finished, Drake tapped her on her arm and asked if he could carry her dishes over to the sink, as she was new here and probably didn’t know her way around to everything yet. Dahlia found her face warming, as she did notice that his voice did sound dreamy. She nodded yes, and he stood up and pulling her chair out to let her leave the table, he took hers and his own dishes over to the sink.

After everyone had done their part, the kitchen was clean, dishes done, chairs pushed in, and floor swept. They all retired to the porch and sat in the swings or on the steps of the porch.

Ralph had brought out a guitar and started strumming softly some church sounds. Dahlia recognized them from the church she had attended with the teacher. Soon a beautiful voice could be heard singing, and Dahlia recognized it as Rachel’s. Wow, she thought to herself, she has so much talent. Before long, Ralph and some of the other students had started to join in , and in only seconds, they were all singing together hymns. It was beautiful, and Dahlia felt so much a part of this family in only one day. She was glad she had decided to come here to live.

The music went on and could be heard crystal clear flowing to the trees  and bouncing off buildings. Even the family dog and two cats came and sat by them, wishing to be petted and Dahlia’s heart swelled at the love this family had here at the boarding house.

A couple of hours of singing went by and then Ralph said it was starting to get dark, so everyone stood up and made it back into the house. They each said their good nights and all went to their bedrooms, to spend time with their thoughts or studies or just to relax and get ready for bed.

Dahlia knocked on the bathroom door, and found no one answering, so she pushed the door open, and felt her way to the shower and felt the raised letters of H and C. She turned the shower on and adjusted it and went back to her room and got the basket that was full of her bathing supplies. She took her house robe with her and once in the shower, she let warm water run over her, relaxing her even more. The teacher had gifted her some boxed soaps that smelled like lilac and Dahlia felt like she was in  heaven as she bathed in the scent.

Once she was satisfied she was squeaky clean, she dried off and slipped her house robe on, gathered her basket, and opened the door, only to walk straight into Drake. He had been passing by, going to the kitchen, to do some grading of papers from a quick quiz he had given  his students today. This was his way of finding out which areas any students needed extra help and time with.

He said excuse me, I am so sorry, and she knew then who she had bumped into. Her face reddened and he took notice, and asked her if she was alright. She nodded yes, and she hurried to her room  sat down on her bed, using her towel to dry her hair better. As she dried her hair her thoughts drifted to the smooth talking voice.

She took her robe off and placed her night-gown over her head, and then placed  the clothes she would wear tomorrow to school. She pulled her bed covers back and fluffed her pillow and then sat down and brush stroked her hair until it was completely dry.

Breakfast call was at six a.m. and it was time to get her rest. She laid down on her bed, but her mind would not rest. It was going over the new day of school and the voice of the man, named Drake.