(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part of our freedom...God Bless America...!
Sorry about the exuberance folks, but I really hope this works for me and for you all. Please vote and voice your opinion on it, if you like this twist, I will be working on the rest of the story I have planned, but it's up to you.)
darkstone57 Peace
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Sitting on the porch of the small white house, Max Connor watched as Noreen Wilson's daughters played in the grass and leaves he had raked up. It was fall now and he wondered if he would still be here at Christmas. After these past months, he was still getting used to being who he was, and it wasn't easy. What did the dreams mean, and the nightmares? He kept seeing a different place, a group of people who had no meaning for him. Two seemed to stand out more clearly then the others, a tall man with scars and an almost evil smile, he was grinning at a tall, full figured woman with bright colored eyes and a look of love in them. He knew he should know them, but there was so much he didn't know.
He had no memory of what or who he had been before he woke in the hospital in Dallas. The police had run his finger prints, but they had come back with no clue who he was, and even a DNA test had revealed little. No positive match found.
Noreen, a volunteer at the hospital, had been the first face he saw when he opened his eyes. His groan had brought her instantly to his side and in her soft voice, she had told him not to move too much, he had been badly beaten and left for dead in the alley where they found him. She had gone to get the nurse and a tall policeman who had made a call. The nurse had checked him over and the policeman had asked him if he knew who and where he was, Max had shaken his head, making it scream in pain. A doctor had come in, asking questions and he had tried to answer them the best he could. At the same time he had been watching Noreen hovering in the back of the room, her soft brown eyes filled with worry and concern.
She wasn't a beautiful woman, she was short and round and had a round face surrounded by a mop of dirty brown hair that was flyaway and full of curls. There was something about her though that caught his attention and kept it long after the others had left him and he had felt lonely once she left as well.
For the few weeks he had looked forward to her almost daily visits. He found she was divorced, had two small daughters and volunteered at the hospital to give her something to do while they were in school. He had learned that she usually worked from home when she wasn't volunteering and she was here under orders.
"It was my doctor's suggestion. After my divorce I became a hermit, refusing to leave my house for the most minor chore. My...my ex-husband, he was extremely abusive to me and the girls. It got so he had me totally isolated from the rest of my family and friends, moved us here to where I didn't know anyone, didn't have anyone to turn to. I might have never gotten free of him if it hadn't been for a neighbor who was a Dallas police man. He and his wife suspected something was going on, they came by on evening when he was beating on me...the officer arrested him, and his wife took us to a shelter. They discovered he...my girls...I never knew, and he was..."
She had broken down then and he had reached out to comfort her. It had been funny really, here he was all banged up and he was comforting a woman he didn't know, over something he'd had no control over. When she was able to speak again, he had been reluctant to release her hand. "I...I'm sorry, here I am telling you things and you're all hurt and don't even know who you are."
"It's okay, I don't mind. It must be hard on you, you're a very strong woman to have survived so much and on your own..." Max had felt more then a little of awe of her.
Noreen had shaken her head, the mop bouncing in a cute, girlish sort of way. "No, I was weak and I still am...but I'm getting better..."
He had smiled at her and nodded. "Yes you are, and I still think you were and are; one of the strongest women I have ever met..."
Noreen had been with him through his entire hospital stay and offered him a place to stay once they said he could leave. He had come with her out of a need to have someone as he found his place in the world again. A world that didn't feel what he was familiar with, the weather, the way people talked yes, but not the city. He hated the city, hated the idea of being surrounded by concrete and tall buildings, even the quiet suburban neighborhood she lived in felt too crowded to him. Noreen thought he might be from a small town somewhere, a more spread out place. That might explain the visions of a farm and an older couple and a younger girl. They were important to him, but he had no idea how. As soon as he tried to find answers, they faded away. Just like the man with the black hair and bright blue eyes. There was another man who faded in and out as well, tall and muscular like the black haired man, but more bright and sunny.
Max found himself looking in the mirror often these days, he was beat up and the cuts on his face would leave more scars then the ones he saw in his visions, but he did think that at one time he had been fairly good looking. The medium brown hair, the bright blue eyes, a shade or two darker than the other men, but still a feeling of being related to them clung to him. He was tall and muscular like them as well, and he got the idea he had spent a lot of time outside in his life. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply he swore he could smell fresh turned earth and the smells connected with animals, like a farm yard or such. And he kept seeing a black calf, a black calf with a heart shaped patch of white on its side.
"Max, come play with us..." Noreen's oldest came running up with a ball. She was seven and her childish face was as cute as any little girl he had ever seen. Her name was Hannah, while the younger one was Leigh. When Noreen had told him what their father had done to them, he had felt his blood boil, wanting to get her ex in his reach and pound him into the ground. They were such sweet little girls, and had no need to be treated so.
He got up from the step and followed her to the center of the yard. Soon the girls were laughing and playing as if he was their own private toy, wrestling around and he felt a jolt as he hugged them both close. Did he have children like this somewhere, kids who missed him and wished he would come home and play ball with them? Did he have a wife who missed him in the night and cried because she had no idea where he was? But the police had checked missing person's and found no one who matched his description.
"Max, are you alright, you look so sad all of a sudden..." Five years old Leigh came and sat by his side.
Max nodded. "I feel sad because I don't know who I am Leigh, I don't know if I have a wife or kids like you and Hannah, or a family out there that might miss me or need me to come home." He knew even his name was one he couldn't be sure of. It had been written on a piece of paper found in his wallet. Everything else had been gone. No license, no social security card, nothing. Just the name Max Connor, Noreen had volunteered to go on line and search for some clue, but a search had revealed over a million hits and that had been too much to ask of her. For now, he would work on his visions and hope the answers came to him.
Hannah ran her hand up his arm. "You can stay with us Max, we like you and so does mom. You make her smile more then she has in a long time."
