Incest story: The Chair – Part 2

Author: tw_holt

Holly sat alone, flipping through the TV, thinking about the past few months. She thought about how much she’s changed after losing a loved one. She thought about Sharon, her nephew Sam, her own children and their very strained relationship. She wondered what they were doing, choking up when she thought about their reaction if she got the courage to call them – should they even answer the phone.

She started crying. The should have’s and could have’s returned. “I should’ve visited her more in Charleston. I should’ve called more. I could’ve been a better sister. Now she’s gone, forever.”

Holly clutched the couch pillow, holding it tightly, tears streaming. “She’s gone.”
“I could’ve,” Holly paused, thinking about her own life.

“I could’ve been a better aunt, a better mother to my own children. I shouldn’t have married Jon!” She threw the pillow across the room.

Holding her face, wiping her tears, she shook her head. Alone on the couch, she recalled how much her own kids disliked their stepfather, Jon. “I don’t blame them,” Holly said aloud.

“They’re far away, they want nothing to do with me,” Holly thought, more guilt flooding her mind. “Jon never liked Sharon to begin with.”

She cried more, picturing her sister’s smiling face, wishing she could call her, hear her voice, or give her one last hug.

Holly often spoke with her other younger sister, Julie. Their relationship had improved since Sharon’s death. Julie lived in Charleston as well, the distance making visits infrequent.

She tried to reach out to her nephew, Sam, but to no avail. Holly learned from Julie that Sam was a total mess, still inconsolable, living alone in Sharon’s house. Julie said she checks on him, invites him over, and buys him groceries, but he remains a husk, a shell of a person, barely alive.

Holly cried again, “He loved his mother so much.”

She fell asleep on the couch sometime after midnight. Jon was still out with who knows who. A phone call awakened Holly. It was her sister Julie.

“Holly, it’s Sam,” Julie said, her voice frantic.

“Please no, not again. Please not another one, please be alive,” Holly thought.

“He’s been in a wreck,” Julie cried.

“No, please don’t say it, please be a dream,” she thought.

“He’s in Miami in the hospital,” Julie got out.

Her heart pounding, slight relief that another family member hadn’t tragically died washed over her. “He’s, he’s here?”

“Yes. He was in a bad wreck, he was drinking. I don’t even know what he was doing down there. I got a call from the police department. He must’ve had me listed as a contact, or maybe they went through his phone,” Julie explained.

“But he’s alive?”

“Yes. He’s in rough shape though.”

The only thing on Holly’s mind was that she needed to be there with him. She got the room information from Julie, put on her slippers and sped off the hospital, still in her pajamas.

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Incest story: The Chair – Chap 3

Author: tw_holt

Sam was asleep. The doctor briefed Holly on her nephew’s condition. He hadn’t been wearing his seat belt. He received several blows to the head when the car flipped and rolled several times. He was in a medically induced coma. The doctor informed Holly that they’ll run more tests in a few days to see if swelling of his brain has subsided. She was advised there could be after effects, issues with memory, speech, and vision.

Holly sat next to her sleeping nephew, gathering her thoughts. He had no one, he was alone. His mother died and here he was in the hospital.

She placed her hand on his, her other hand’s fingers running through his blond hair that wasn’t covered by bandages. She recalled his face at his mother’s funeral. He was numb, emotionless, staring blankly at nothing. Holly remembered hugging him then. Sam just stood there, unmoving, unresponsive. At Sharon’s house, he was in the bedroom, not interacting with anyone, mourning.

“Sam,” Holly whispered. She leaned down and kissed the side of his head.

She sat by his side, drifting off to sleep as the sun was rising.

**

That evening Holly was packing a few items at her home. She was headed back to the hospital to be there with Sam. She had been there all day.

“What do you mean you’re staying there?” Jon complained. “I was thinking tonight we could go out and you could hook up with – ”

“No. I’m not going out. I’m not hooking up with some guy you find for me. I’m not calling a past boyfriend. I’m going to be there for Sam,” Holly snapped at Jon.

“Ah geez, you hardly know the kid. I mean, how often do you see that side of the family,” Jon continued.

“Not enough. Someone needs to be there for him.”

Jon watched her pack a few more items. “Ah, I see how it is. Your own kids don’t like you so now you want to feel good about yourself and be there for your nephew.”

“Stop – ”

“No, I get it. You’ve been a shitty mom to your own kids so you’re trying to bury that guilt by being there for Stan.”

Holly slapped Jon. “It’s Sam.” She grabbed her small bag and left.

On the way to the hospital, Jon’s words rang through her ears. He was right to some degree – she had been a bad mother to her own kids, hardly having much of a relationship with them. She shook her head, thinking about all the sexual escapades she went on with Jon. She should’ve been there for her children instead.

Holly asked herself if she was indeed trying to bury the guilt she had by spending time with Sam. She didn’t know, but didn’t care – she knew someone had to be there with him.

Sam was right where she left him. Holly took her seat, held his hand, and sat there.

Jon called several times the next morning – Holly didn’t answer.

Julie arrived that afternoon, joining Holly at Sam’s side.

“I don’t know why he drove down here,” Julie thought out loud. “Maybe he had to get away, to just drive somewhere and picked this direction.”

“I know he wasn’t coming to see me,” Holly’s eyes lowered. “My own kids won’t.”

Julie didn’t reply, putting her arm around Holly instead. “Thank you for staying with him.”

Holly nodded, “He’s all alone.”

“I know. I come by to visit him at Sharon’s, bring him dinner, and while he’s physically there, he’s not. You know?” Julie pointed to her head.

“I can’t imagine what he went through, to lose her at such a young age.”

“He didn’t go back to school, he’s wasting away and now this,” Julie shook her head.

“We have to make sure we don’t lose him too.”

Julie stayed for the rest of the week, flying back to South Carolina the following weekend. Holly was alone with Sam again, not answering Jon’s calls, only going home to bathe and grab clean clothes. She slept on the small couch in his hospital room.

Fourteen days after Sam’s arrival in the Miami hospital, he woke up.

Slight movements here and there, moving his feet, coughing, nodding his head when the doctor asked him questions. He’d squeeze Holly’s hand. She’d hug him, giving his forehead a kiss. Sam’s eyes remained closed, but Holly saw a small smile form on his face.

“I’m right here,” she whispered, watching Sam nod his head.

The next day was more of the same. It looked as though his eyes briefly opened then closing to shut out the bright lights.

Holly fed him dinner, assisting him with moving the spoon to his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair again, seeing his eyes half closed. Sam tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come just yet. He instead smiled in Holly’s direction.

The next day brought more progress. The following evening, the lights turned low, moonlight coming in through the hospital window; Holly’s head was resting on the rail of Sam’s bed when she felt his hand touch her.

Sam’s touch was gentle. His fingers barely scratched at her scalp, moving her hair around. “Sam?” Holly woke up, grabbing his hand. “I’m here, I’ve always been here.”

Sam whispered something, but Holly couldn’t hear it. “Are you trying to speak? Take it easy, sweetie, I’m right here.”

His mouth moved again, he cleared his throat. He squeezed her hand.

“Sam,” Holly leaned in closer. “What is it?”

Sam spoke once more, this time more audible, “M-M-Mom.”

Holly’s eyes widened. “Oh no,” she thought, “he doesn’t remember.”

She saw his eyes wide open, staring into hers. “Mom,” Sam said again, louder. He started crying, tears of joy, smiling widely at his aunt. “I knew you were here with me.”

“Sam,” Holly paused. “I, uh.”

“I missed you so much, Mom. I knew it was a bad dream. The cabin. It wasn’t real. I’ve been asleep this whole time. I thought I lost you.”

“Sam,” Holly tried to stop him, but he kept speaking.

“I love you so much. You’ve been right here all along, I thought you were,” Sam paused. “It was a bad dream.”

Holly nodded, “He thinks I’m Sharon,” she thought.

She did the only thing she could in this situation, the only thing that came to mind. “Yes, sweetie. I’m here. I’ve been here with you while you slept. You were in a bad car wreck, but you’re fine now.”

“Mom,” Sam tried to sit up, but struggled. He opened his arms, inviting her in for a hug. Holly nodded and hugged her nephew.

“It was a horrible dream,” Sam said again.

“Yes,” Holly said, not sure what else to add.

“I love you,” Sam ended the hug, his hand caressing Holly’s face.

“I,” Holly took his hand, seeing Sam’s sweet smile to a woman he thought is his mother. She kissed his hand.

“I love you too, son.”

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Incest story: The Chair – Chap 4

Author: tw_holt

“I can’t tell him. Not yet. He can’t go through it again,” Holly thought, pacing back and forth outside of Sam’s hospital room the next morning.

“I’ll go along with it. I’ll have to,” Holly sighed, waiting for the doctor to arrive. “I want to.”

She thought about her own failures as a parent, thinking that perhaps Jon was onto something, she can make things better, by pretending to be Sam’s mother – temporarily she hoped.

“Ok,” the doctor said, exiting Sam’s room. “He’d going better than expected. Speech is fine, vision is fine. He seems to know who he is, where he is, and so on.”

“What about other memories? He seems to think I’m someone else, not his aunt.”

“Yes, the brain is repairing itself; there could be some ongoing confusion. Now, if personality changes occur, I can recommend a great therapist. In the meantime, we’ll continue to run tests on motor functions and – ”