WANTED part2

The next day Candice went back to the psychiatrist’s office; ready to bear her soul.

“Good morning Candice. Are you feeling better?” Asked Mrs. Mirada.

“I still feel terrible and I am still worried.” Answered Candice.

“Let’s continue where we left off yesterday. Please take a seat.”

“After my mom picked me up, she found it hard to believe that Stanford would do such a thing. That Sanford her loving caring, kind and protective husband would do anything to hurt her only daughter. It was a long, quiet ride home. When we finally reached, there was Sanford sitting in the couch patiently.

“Hello dear.” He said calmly.

“Don’t you ‘hello dear’ me! Candice told me what you did to her you sick bastard!” My mother said outraged.

“She did, really?”

“Oh yes she did.”

“Well did she tell you everything?” My mother looked at me with a questioning stare, I returned her gaze with a nod. Then my mother said confidently “yes, yes she did.”

“Did she tell you that on the night of her birthday party when you were away she came into our room and seduced me?”

“Mom, that’s a lie!” I shouted, “He is the one who came into my room.”

“You lying little bitch, you ungrateful child, after all that I have done for you this is how you repay me? You repay me by telling this appalling lie.”

“Mom,” I started off crying, “please believe me, he’s the one that’s lying.” I looked at my mother who was now crying also.

“I don’t know who to believe.”

“Miriam, I’m leaving when you make up your mind on who you believe; you know where to find me.” As he was about to close the door he added, “I won’t be waiting forever.”

My mother who was now crying on the couch looked at me and said with cruelty and sadness, “I hope you are telling the truth.” 

I was hurt. I could see that part of my mother refused to believe me. She was torn between the love of her life and her only child. However, I was glad that she chose me; at least I thought that she chose me.



“What do you mean you thought she chose you? She did choose you didn’t she?” Mrs. Mirada asked curiously.

“Well not exactly. About two months after the argument happened, I was supposed to be sleeping over at a friend’s house but I was feeling a little homesick so I went home early. What I went home to see was a shocking sight. I saw my mother with Sanford on the living room floor having sex. The sight appalled me. All I could have done was stand there and stare. Then my mom saw me “Candice!” She shouted. I only stared at her in disgust and shock and said “I’m going to live with my father!” I went up to my room and packed my bags immediately. I then called my father and told him that I wanted him to come and pick me up. 

As I drove away from the house, I could remember the look on my mother’s face- part sad that I was leaving and part happy too. That was the last time I spoke to and saw Sanford and my mother.

“What happened to them?” Mrs. Mirada asked

“The last I heard, they had moved to Antigua and now Sanford is in an asylum there, while Miriam is in the island prison.”

“How did they end up there?”

“Miriam had gone to the doctor to see what the cause of her constant belly aches was and found out that there were maggots in her lower abdominal eating away her intestines.”

“My Lord, that’s awful. How did they get there?”

“Apparently Sanford was cheating on her with a young male actor. It seemed that they did not use a condom whenever they had sex. Thus, when he had sex with his young lover then had sexual intercourse with my dearest mommy the feces that remained on his penis was left inside her therefore over a period resulted in maggots. She was so enraged when she found out that she cut off Sanford’s genitals when he was sleeping. Because he was then an eunuch he went insane and my mother got thrown in jail.”



“Well after my father picked me up I told him everything-about mom and Sanford My dad being the kind, gentle hearted person he is, comforted me and told me that if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to go back to my mother.

He had a girlfriend. Her name was Latanya Rodney. She was tall, sexy and had the build to be a model. She had a great taste in fashion too. She was like the big sister I never had. We shared everything with each other- our thoughts, dreams, and aspirations but I did not tell her why I was living with my father. I spent more time with her than I did with my father. I hoped that my father would marry her- they made a perfect couple and I saw the way my father looked at her but I was blinded by personal want to see that she did not look at him the same. 

One hot Saturday afternoon I decided to take a shower to cool down and realize that she was outside the shower watching-I was enjoying the shower too much. When I was a getting out I saw her and screamed.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh its you, what are you doing here you scared me.”

“I was just watching you.” When she said that I immediately remembered about Sanford and a frightened gaze appeared on my face, then she continued,”You know Candice; you have a great shape-well rounded in all the right places.”

“What?” I asked confused stepping back into the shower.

“Candice don’t be scared,” she said going closer “We are both girls here, aren’t we?” I didn’t answer. “Candy honey, I know what you need and I guess you know what I want.”

She said stroking my face gently. Her hands were so soft and her touch felt so good – I wanted to melt. “Candice, I can make you happy.” She pulled away her hand “you want to be happy, don’t you?” I didn’t realize it at that moment but when she pulled her hand away, I was a little disappointed. “Candy, you are the only one who is keeping me here. The love I had for your father died a long time ago. If you don’t want me, I will go and you will never see me again. It’s your choice.” She stepped back. I wanted her to stay but I didn’t want to be her lover. My dad would’ve been crushed if he ever found out. I loved her but not in that way. Therefore, I didn’t say anything and she took the silence as me telling her I didn’t want her. She packed her things and left and that was the last time I ever saw Latanya again. My dad never knew the real reason she left.