Her mother came back carrying the same big blue suitcase, walking right back into The Garden of Eden as if she had never left. Nightgown, shifting from foot to foot in the doorway, listening to them argue, her eyes flickering between them. Libby remembered her leaving, packing her big blue suitcase in the middle of the night, the screaming and the crying and the yelling. She thought she knew what hell was, and then her mother came back. "Where do you go?" "Hell," she whispered, clinging. "Where are you, Libby girl?" he murmured while he held and rocked and stroked her as she hitched sobs against his chest. The night before her mother came back, Libby woke up pounding on their bedroom window, screaming, "Let me out!" Her father, who never woke her during one of her sleepwalking incidents, actually shook her until she could see him, his eyes wide and concerned, more panic in them than she’d ever seen before. She never doubted where her overwhelming sense of dread and abandonment came from, the kind that left her sweating and shaking and gasping for breath-it was all she’d ever known when it came to her mother. Daddy joked that her nightmares were just God trying to get a direct connection, but Libby knew it was her mother. They came and went, her nightmares, but somehow she just never moved back to her own room. Daddy was always watching, just like God, and it made Libby feel safe as houses. It seemed natural to climb into his big bed, into the place where her mother had slept until Libby was eight, to snuggle under his strong, muscled arm and his watchful eye. Garden of Eden Libby was fifteen when she started sleeping with her daddy, but it was only because of her nightmares. Photo Credit: Kirsty Andrews Cover Design: Selena Kitt Back to the Garden © 2008 Selena Kitt eXcessica publishing All rights reserved Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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