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It wasn't my Fault - The chess club - Part 12
🕑 Added 2023-09-08 14:02:04 +0000 UTCJust after 6 p.m., Jeremey and Sandra showed up together, so Julie took Jeremey to talk to her mom.
Jennifer and I said, "Are you two going together?" Sandra giggled and said no; we just realized we both want the same thing: to nail that bitch to the wall, and we are teaching each other our specialty.
I've learned more about computers than just the basic programming language that I learned in school, to the point where I'm going to take computer science next year as well as English and creative writing, which my mother is thrilled about as I've only ever had a basic interest in computer science, unlike my mother, but Jeremeys showed me a different way of looking at it.
I said my father always said there's never a right way to look at life.
Jennifer asked, "What are you teaching him?" Sandra said I'm teaching him to read body language to tell when someone is telling the truth, lying, or holding back. Like Jennifer, I knew you were holding something back about Alex the first time we talked.
I didn't think he was like the others because he's so pretty, but I knew you were holding something back, and I understood why. Then Sandra hugged me and said, "I hope they catch the bastard that did this to you, Alex."
Jennifer said we know who it was, and so does the bill.
Julie came back to my room and stood at the door so she could see if anyone was close by to hear her, and she told us Jeremey was setting it up so her mom would get a copy of any test results for Alex.
She'll also get notified if anyone requests a hard copy of your chart, but the best thing is that there will be no record of this. It's just going to happen.
I said great. I want to find out everything I can about what they've done to me and why they've done it to me.
Sandra asked why and what else had happened; I nodded to Jennifer and Julie, and Jennifer took Sandra to the door, so I didn't hear, and I told her everything that had happened to me, from Jack's attack to finding out what my mother did to me.
After learning about my mother, Sandra came and hugged me again and told me to find the connection between all the mothers soon, and with your permission, we'll nail them to the wall.
Jeremey came back to my room and said that was easier than I expected.
I asked, "What did you do?" Jeremey said he just wrote a ghost program that only activates whenever your name or patient ID number is used. Then a copy of whatever test is sent to Pam Robinson, or she gets notified if someone asks for your file, and again when it's returned. That way, Miss Robinson can check out what has been added or removed from your chart.
I wish the mothers were that easy to track, as they have been open about their lives right up until 2 to 3 years ago, then they've gotten very secretive, even taking down pictures to help conceal what they did at college and who they knew in college. The thing is, they couldn't do this by themselves; they had to have someone help hide their history, but I'll find the link.
I told Jeremey that my mother was apparently a house sister with Doctor Bonnie Miller at college. Jeremey said, "Really?" and grabbed his laptop, tapped away for ten minutes, and said, "That will do it." Julie asked, "What did you do?" Jeremey said he logged into his computer at home and told it to find all the information on Doctor Bonnie Miller. I asked him if a home computer could do that, and Jeremey said no, but I've set up 10 tower computers that can, and I've gotten 2 more that I'm adding to my setup, so that will expand my computing power by 200%, and by the end of next week, I'll have triple what I have now as I'm setting up a computer server in the basement of my father's church to run my father's church's web page and server to get the word of acceptance of gays, lesbians, and transgender people. I only need 6 for that; the rest I'll use to help others. I'm sure Dad knows, but he knows I'm doing well, so he looks the other way.
Jennifer said That's damn cool. Most church leaders aren't that accepting. Jeremey went on to tell us that his aunt is gay and that her father disowned her and got some of his parishioners to attack her, and they almost killed her, but my father defended her and marked each of her attackers, including his own father, whom he handed over to the police and got him charged with sexual assault plus child abuse, as well as the other 3 men that were involved. They are all still in jail, claiming they were doing God's work, and if they ever get out, they will be on the sex offenders register. My grandma divorced my granddad, and so did the other wives, and they all had daughters who they would never get to see unless they changed their attitude.
My father preaches acceptance, patience, and friendship, but he still goes to each of their parole hearings to make sure they don't get out.
My father is a hard man but a fair man except when it comes to his family, then you're fucked if you hurt his family, and I'm the same; the chess club is part of my family now, so they hurt you, they hurt me. This Jack fuck head is really stuffed as the BILL has been getting a lot of help. It seems there was a CCTV camera in that alley where you were assaulted and it recorded your entire assault, Officer Britney Johnson got an email telling her about it and advising her to get an evidence order and to serve it on the owners of that camera to hand over all the recordings. With that, you may not have to testify in court but you can speak to the judge before Jack gets sentenced.
I thanked Jeremey; he just said, "You're my family, now you don't need to thank me." Then I hugged him.
I spent 3 weeks in the hospital because my ribs were so painful that it took me that long to be able to move without painkillers.
Jeremey set up a movement-activated camera in my room, as Julie's mother told me. My pheromone levels in my body were higher in this blood test than they were in my last blood test, so someone is giving you medicine somehow. So we figured out that someone was putting it in my IV at night, as that was the only time it could be done without anyone knowing or seeing it happen.
So the camera was set up to watch out for whoever it was. We didn't even tell Julie's mom.
It turned out to be one of the nurses and Doctor Bonnie Miller, who had been giving me hormone medications that weren't documented.
The video recording clearly shows the doctor and the nurse putting something in my IV that we believe to be pheromones.
When we showed the recording to Pam Robinson, she said "fuck" and wasn't happy.
We asked, "What was wrong?" Julie's mom said we can't do much about it; the only thing we can do is get them reprimanded for not documenting medications on a patient's chart, and the one who will get in real trouble is the nurse, not the doctor.
The only thing to do with the recording is to keep it as evidence for later.
My mother was concerned with how I was acting towards her in the hospital, as I was very quiet and not talking to her at all. I had all the signs of suffering from depression.
So Mom asked the hospital for a counselor to talk to me about the attack and help me deal with it.
Officer Johnson came and gave me the good news about the CCTV and the possibility of me not having to give evidence, but it would depend on the defense attorney and what he pulled. I asked her if I was not called. Could I address the court and the judge and tell them my story of what happened and how that felt, as well as how I feel now? Officer Johnson told me I could and should, and that if I needed to, she'd pick me up and bring me home again. I told her I'd like that, as I could tell Mom a white lie and say I have to go to court.
Stacy came to see me as well, and she said she was glad I was better than the last time she saw me.
She told me about how she was restocking the shelves when I staggered through the door and collapsed into her arms, how I was crying in little sobs as she called the police and ambulance, and how she kept me calmer until they got there. She then told me if I wanted to do the same as Ben, I could, and told me anytime I wanted a phone, just ask, and I could pay her back later.
I was shocked when Sam and Tom walked into my room. Apparently, their mothers had doctor's appointments, so their mothers let them stay and talk to me for over an hour while they had their appointments, which was really to talk to Jay's mother and my mother.
Luckily, they hadn't met Sandra yet, so she volunteered to follow them as best she could.
Sandra reported that they sat in a quiet, secluded spot where they were very friendly to each other. It was obvious they knew each other, but they were nervous about being seen together.
Sandra said it was very difficult to watch them and not be seen, but she managed.
After that meeting, we told Jay to be careful of whatever his mother gave him in the way of food and drink in case she tried to give him meds again.
Jay was allowed to come and see me as well; he just had to bring his little sister along, so we taught her how to play chess. She wasn't interested at first until we told her that we had three real girls in our club who played very well and beat us sometimes. She then picked it up quickly.
Julie's mom told me that the hospital counselor wanted to talk to me about my attack. She also let slip that they had been observing me for the last two weeks and were concerned that I was holding things back and wasn't talking about them. I figured it would be good to talk to someone about it, as I was having bad dreams about the attack. So we talked for a couple of hours over a couple of days, and that's when I found out that my mother had also requested a counselor to talk to me as I was standoffish with her.
After talking to me and observing me for 2 weeks, he apparently wrote in my chart. I didn't trust my mother, and I had hostile feelings towards her to the point where he was debating whether or not to call child protective services to do regular checks on me.
As the only person I was quiet and despondent with was her, everyone else I was happy to see when my mother came to my room. I was quite depressed.
My mother was really upset with his assessment and demanded a second opinion, so I got two more counselors to watch and talk to me. One came to the same diagnosis as the first, but the second one wanted me to be taken into protective custody straight away, seeing as a senior counselor was the one who agreed with the first assessment.
They decided after I was discharged to see me twice a week for four weeks, then once a week for four weeks, reevaluate.
So finally, I was healthy enough to go home. The bruising had faded; my ribs were a bit tender still, but I could cough without ending up on the floor in pain.
So I was sent home with an A.B.S. tablet and some painkillers, plus long hair and definite A.C. breasts that were getting bigger by the week.
Once I was home, I kept waking up early. I'd turn the coffee machine on, but that's all I'd do. I never made Mom breakfast again, even if she offered to make pancakes. waffles or anything else I'd refused to say I wasn't from Hungary, but what upset her more was that 90% of the time I'd only talk enough to be polite and never start a conversation.
One day Mom told me I'd become dull and I should interact with others more, as I'm all work and play.
I told her I was what she made me. and left it at that, then went back to studying my engineering book.
I think she got my subtle message because after that, as I courted her, she looked at me with a concerned, disbelieving look on her face. I was concerned that I knew what she was doing to me. I disbelieved because I should have gone off my tree at her, and if she had been in the room when I found out, even in my weekend condition, I know I would have attacked her or at least tried to. Instead, I just cried a lot in the hospital.
Now I just have to resolve to get as much information on my mother as possible, then I'm going to take everything she values and leave her with nothing. Before this, I would have done anything for my mother, but if she fell sick in front of me, I think I'd step over and keep walking.
Jennifer and Julie kept me supplied with schoolwork. Mom was upset that I talked to my friends but didn't talk to her when the girls weren't there. The house was very quiet. I was looking forward to going back to school as I was off my A.B.s and pain meds. The only medications I was taking were the ones my mom put in my milk. One day when the girls and I were doing the school work they brought for me from school, Julie took a sample home to her mother to get tested.
Julie told me and Jennifer that because I'm taking very high doses of hormones every day, it won't affect her or Jennifer as long as they only have one glass a week. Any more than that may increase breast growth and play havoc with their emotions, so from then on, the girls would bring over some soft drinks when they brought my homework for the day.
Mom didn't mind, as I still had my milk with dinner.
The counselors were still concerned that I still had hostility toward my mother when asked if she knew why I would be hostile toward her.
She thought it may have been because she sent me to the shop the day I got attacked.
I never told them it was because of what she did to me, as I accepted that I was a girl. Now I just needed the G.R.S. To finish it, I could never be a boy again and father a child, so I had to accept what I was and who I was now—a girl!
