Mind Games: The Obsession of Dr Lewis

Chapter 19

Daisy

I was lying in bed reading my book when a news bulletin made me look up at the television. I felt sick when I saw a picture of my mother and Tom. They looked ancient. Tom’s eyes looked as evil as I remembered them, and Violet’s face didn't fare much better. The photo vanished as the reporter came on the screen. I reached for the remote control to increase the volume.

“The police have offered a limited response as it is a pending case. They refused to comment on the anonymous information that had been leaked to a national news outlet. The leak confirmed that Violet Abbott allegedly killed her husband by poisoning him. The couple from—”

I switched the TV off, not wanting to hear anything else about the family I walked away from. A real family didn't sexually abuse a child or gaslight them when the child begged for help. When people talked about their families, it was often with affection, but I genuinely despised mine.

Tom was dead, and Violet poisoned him.

I remembered my breathing exercises as memories began to hit me from various time points of my childhood. I didn't know how to feel. Daddy had shown me the cycle of how an abused child could try and mentally defend themselves, but when the parent or guardian is the abuser, the child would still want love and care from them. A defence and attachment system which created chaos in the minds of children.

Tom was dead and hopefully rotting in hell. I could easily believe that Violet had killed him. Their relationship was far from harmonious. I wondered what my stepbrother Thomas was like, but I pushed the thought away because he was Tom and Violet’s son. They hadn’t been creative with his name.

I glanced up when I heard the door being unlocked, and Daddy rushed into the room, but he paused to look at my book before glancing at the TV.

“I know,” I said flatly as the numbness began to take over.

Daddy didn't say anything, but he walked toward me to sit on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. I let him hold me, and there was a vague sense of comfort, but I felt detached from reality. When I didn't move, Daddy tucked me into bed and climbed under the covers with me.

“Do you love me even if my brain is broken?” I asked woodenly.

Daddy’s arms tightened around me before he answered.

“I love you even more because your brain is broken,” he murmured.

I sighed and put my hands on his chest.

Daddy was as fucked up as me but in a different way.

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When I woke up from my impromptu nap, Daddy’s hand was inside my panties, and he had a smile on his face. I returned his smile sleepily back at him before I lifted my leg up and put it over Daddy’s. My past could get to fuck because my present was here and ready to play. When Daddy pushed a finger inside of me, I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of him inside me.

Daddy began to kiss me, and I sighed into his mouth before opening my eyes. His eyes were closed, and I brushed my hand through his dark hair. He began to kiss me harder, and his eyes snapped open. The silver icy eyes mesmerised me, and my pussy contracted around his fingers.

I had to wonder which version of Daddy was the real one.

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Daddy didn't let me out of sight for the next three days. I was almost about to beg him to leave me locked in my room when he had to go to the office. I lay on my bean bag looking at the glittering star and butterfly stickers Daddy had stuck on the ceiling for me. He did so many silly little things to make me happy, and I appreciated every single one of them.

I sat up and went to my bookshelf to get the sketching pad and colouring pens from the various art supplies he’d bought for me. I’d never been particularly artistic, but I wanted to show Daddy that I cared for him in my own way. I rummaged around and got the pencils out for my outline.

These were all the things I didn't enjoy as a child, and as a twenty-seven-year-old adult, it was healing to experience these activities. Daddy might keep me locked away from the world, but he took care of me. The more I thought of Daddy, the more horny I became. I knew he had cameras in my room, and I had a wicked idea. The night at the hotel had been—illuminating.