The
molester was always trying to intimidate the kids, which were already deaf from
all the screaming this type of environment creates. The molester was a forty
year old man that used to be an ex soccer player for some second division team.
Trying
to talk to him was so complicated cause he would just push you away and mumble
something like “ get out of here already “. It didn’t matter if it was his
wife, kids, grandkids, or friends.
At
this point in his life he was living at the family house. A three-story house
where the grandkids played at the backyard, the two sons had their own rooms
and the wife and the molester shared the main bedroom. Everything in his life
was negative. His garden was unfertile, slowly everything was deteriorating and
looking damaged and uncared, everything was crumbling on top of him and
everybody knew except him.
The
kids used to jump rope by the backyard , he would usually just shout “stop
making noise “ , but more often he would come to the backyard. The two kids
would say, “ are you going to play with us today grandpa?” he would reply “ yes
but its going to be a different game “. First he would let them jump the rope a
couple of times, then he would lift the rope so the kid would fall. “ Get up
already life is difficult and you have to learn that it’s not all fun and games
“
The
kid would get up in tears and a little bruised. He told the other girl Mary,
his other granddaughter, to jump the rope too.” I don’t want to grandpa “ Mary
said. “I’m not asking you its and order”.
At
school the girls were very shy and had a dark aura around them, because nothing
beautiful can grow up in an environment like that one. By carrying their
grandfather’s madness on their shoulders without knowing it they were creating
a prison that would hold them hostage for the rest of their lives.
At
home it was calm and chaotic, it all depended if the molester was close by. If
he was in his room it was usually calm except for his constant enjoyment of
denigrating his wife, which he would scream at the top of his lungs “ you cant
even match my socks, you cant even iron my shirts properly, you are not a
woman, and that’s why you are a terrible mother and lover “.
Their
two sons would work most of the day so they wouldn’t hear or see the molester
but they knew, besides all the neighbors, the only ones who would see and hear
everything were the two granddaughters.
Before
the first granddaughter was born, there was a reception and a wedding. The
oldest son was getting married so both families were present. It was in an old
Peruvian cathedral. Since the bride was taking her time and the groom couldn’t
see her before the wedding cause of superstitions, the molester went up the
steps of the cathedral and opened the door without knocking and found her still
half undressed. The molester went in and closed the door behind him, she told
him to leave. Neither the high ceilings of the old cathedral nor the walls
filled with gold were ready for what was about to happen. She kept shouting at
him “ get out, I knew you were a fucking pervert”. He was oblivious to her
words; he just kept coming closer to her. Right before he grabbed her, she spit
on his face. He raped her with her wedding dress on for about eight minutes.
She was crying on the floor in shock, that’s when the molester told her “now we
know who the real father of your kid is going to be”. “Get up already I didn’t
stain your dress, there is a wedding about to begin”.
She
got up and started dressing in shock and ashamed, without knowing if she would
tell her mother, father, or soon to be husband. In the back of her mind the
thought that she was going to have a kid from the molester couldn’t be
happening, it had to be a bad dream. She kept looking at the big old mirrors
with gold on the sides, telling herself why me? Looking at the mirrors and
feeling her future that she had worked so hard for was over. The mirrors
reflected shame, anger, and still a face that wished this was just a bad dream.
She
decided to go on with the wedding and never tell anyone what had happened that
day. She stopped being so emotional and with a clear head, she thought about
everything that would involve telling what had just happened.is my husband
going to support me or is he going to believe I have been sleeping with him for
a while? Am I going to have to raise the child with the molester if no one
believes me? What about my career? Everybody is going to be talking about how I
left the groom at the altar possibly and most likely for another man. Can I raise
this child on my own? What am I going to tell him about who he’s father is? Can
I escape this life and move far away to raise him on my own?
Finally,
after all those thoughts, she grabbed her father’s arm to walk her through the
aisle and to the altar. With pride her father gave her to the groom.
The
wedding went on without any altercations. People were drinking, dancing, and
eating. In Peru is a costume that the bride shares a dance with the father of
the husband. Everybody was dancing and drinking when the molester took her by
the hand and guided her to the dance floor. They danced the traditional vals
without any problems. The molester kept saying to her “ now I know why my son
married you “. The molester made a toast in front of everybody “ I’m happy
today for this union, I wish both of you the best “. After everybody toasted
and drank the champagne, he added, “ I hope that a grandchild is on the way “.
Everyone laughed except the wife of course.
The
molester enjoyed the pleasure of continuing denigrating the person he just
molested. It was one of his trademarks to keep shoving it in their faces and
also even years after the incident telling them again what he did to them. He
would say it like someone tells a friend an anecdote. This gave the molester
the feeling of control over the entire people he had hurt. In his mind it was
like a part of them belonged to him now and forever.
