Ben Black and his daughter Cynthia are having a passionate incestuous love affair. Ben has had deep reservations about this intense sexual fuelled relationship. But now he finds his whole world has come crashing down around him with the confirmation that his daughter was indeed carrying his child and now she lies in hospital gravely ill.
I am awoken from my sleep by loud banging on my front door. Bleary eyed I stagger out of the room still clutching the teddy bear.
"All right, all right. I'm fucking coming!" I shout in the direction of the door.
Looking through peephole I see its two cops, shit I thought, what the fuck do they want? Oh fuck Cynthia I think, has something happened at the hospital? Or has she said something while under the effects of the anaesthesia and that's why they are here. To arrest me? Her pervert father.
I shout out. "Give me a minute. I have to get dressed."
Of course I was still fully dressed, I was just buying a minute or two, so I could gather my thoughts. Placing down the teddy bear on the hall table I answered the door.
Opening the door I find the two cops staring in at me, they are both wearing dark shades. And they both look very intimidating indeed.
"Are you Benjamin Black?" one of the cops asks in a stern voice.
"Yes, yes I am. What is the matter, is there a problem officer?"
But before I could say another word the second cop asked "Is that your vehicle sir?"
"Yes, what of it?"
"I think we better step inside sir, unless you want to discuss this at the door?"
"Oh yes, yes of course officers. Step this way please."
As I guide them to the living room I feel a bit relieved it's about the car and not Cynthia.
Sitting down on the couch the two cops glared down at me as they remained standing.
"Can I see your licence and details sir please."
Standing up I take my wallet out and hand my licence and insurance details to the cops.
"Sure, sure. Here you go officer. What is this all about?" I ask.
"Your registration number was reported to us by some other road users. You were seen driving erratically at speed down Elm Street yesterday. Would you care to explain that sir?"
"Yes, yes officer. I was going to work yesterday morning with my daughter. And she collapsed in the car as we drove along. Panicking because I couldn't wake her I drove as fast as I could to St Gabriel's hospital ."
"How old is your daughter, and what's her name Mr Black?"
"It's Cynthia. Her name is Cynthia and she is twenty-one."
I notice the other cop is writing in his note book, recording our conversation in detail I guess, he looks at me from under his shades and asks.
"Does she live here with you and your wife Mr Black?"
He assumes my wife still lives here too, I think to myself.
"Yes officer, Cynthia lives with me." I say, nervously. "I mean she stays with me here. And I'm divorced."
"Right sir." The other cop continues. "You have committed a very serious traffic offence. We have enough witnesses and we have examined the CCTV footage from the traffic cameras.
And they collaborate that you were doing about 75+mph in a 30mph zone."
"look, I am sorry officer, it was an emergency. My daughter almost died because of internal bleeding."
"You should have called an ambulance sir."
"Yes, I am sorry officer, I panicked. I just didn't know what to do!"
The two cops look at each other and they move back into the hall, I hear them whispering for a moment or two before they walk back in to me again.
"Ok Mr Black we have enough information for now. We will check with the hospital to verify your daughter is indeed a patient there, before we decide how to proceed."
"Ok, I'm sorry about all this, really I am officer."
The cops take my mobile number and I show them to the door, I collapse onto my knees inside the front door. Jesus Christ I think, thank fuck it's about speeding and not about Cynthia and me.
I get up and grab my phone to call the hospital for an update on my baby; they tell me that she had a restful night. And ask me to bring in some of her night clothes later.
Looking at the clock I see its 11am already, I call work to explain my absence and they tell me to take as much time off as I need. Grabbing a much needed cup of coffee I sit in the kitchen alone with my thoughts.
In sheer frustration I bang my fist on the table! This has to stop I think, it has to stop. My baby girl, my beautiful little baby girl had almost died on me. You nearly killed her you perverted fucker, I say to myself before collapsing onto the table. And I began to cry like a little lost child.
After about twenty minutes I sit back up and try to settle myself, I headed to the shower to freshen up, and after I got dressed I head to our room to get some of Cynthia's clothes. I pull out some of her underwear and clothes and pile them into a case. On my way out I grab her teddy bear and I set off for the hospital.
On the way to the hospital I stopped to buy a bunch of roses thinking they might cheer her up. I managed to find my way back to the unit where she is, and on entering I see she is awake and propped up slightly in the bed.
Her face lights up with a big smile as I enter the room, and rushing over to her side I kiss her on the head and say. "Oh god Cynthia I am so happy to see you awake. I'm sorry my love, I'm really sorry for causing all this."
Smiling up at me, and in a weak voice she says. "Don't worry dad, it's ok."
I place the roses at the foot of the bed and I hand her the teddy bear, she hugs him tightly and smiles at me. She seems pleased I remembered how much she loves roses, and that I remembered to bring the bear.
The nurse comes over to me and takes the case with her clothes. She asks me to leave for a few moments while they dress my baby. I go off to get a coffee and I wait in the hallway.
When I returned to her bed they had dressed Cynthia and fixed her hair. She looked better now she was dressed in her own clothes and not that awful green hospital gown. The nurses had placed the roses in a vase on the locker beside her, and they did seem to brighten the place up a bit.
