Page 9 of Guarding Glenda

I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well, what?” I answered.

“Oh my God. Can you help me?”

Pushing off the door, I walked in and stood by the bed. I positioned myself so that when she leaned up, I wouldn’t see her goodies. “I’m gonna push you back up a bit.” I grabbed the shirt, then helped her lean. Her back was covered in brown and green bruises. The only thing that kept me from losing my shit was knowing the fuckers that did that to her were already dead.

Once I steadied her, I pulled the shirt over her head, then helped her work one arm in at a time. “I don’t have any hair ties, but I have some bandanas if you want to keep your hair off your neck.”

“That would be great. My hair feels gross. I need to shower.”

“I can help you if you want one.” My hands were still on her shoulders.

She moved from my grasp. “I’ll wait for Linny.”

Leaning closer to her ear, I said, “Nothing I ain’t seen before, Glenda.”

“Please stop.”

I straightened back up. “I’ll be in the living room. Do you need to pee or anything before I go?”

“I can try.”

I helped her off the bed, careful where I was holding her. It took nearly two minutes for her to shuffle to the bathroom with my help. I could have easily picked her up, but Sam said she needed to move to get her muscles going and to get her blood flowing. Once in the bathroom, I got her over by the toilet. My shirt was well past her ass and she hadn’t put the pants on yet.

After helping her sit, I left and pulled the door to give her some privacy. Bruce was still sitting by the bed.

“What are you doing, boy?”

He blinked his brown eyes at me but didn’t move.

“Fine. I see how it is.”

I headed to my room to grab a bandana for her, then went back to the spare room, grabbed the pants, and knocked on the bathroom door.

“One second.” I waited a few beats then she finally called out, “Okay.”

Opening the door, she tugged at the shirt, trying to cover her thighs.

“Here,” I said, holding the pants out. I worked them up as far as I could. “Grab the hem. I’ll lift you and you can pull them up. Alright?”

She nodded, never looking at me. I pulled her up and she pulled the pants around her waist. I held her as she took a few steps toward the sink. I stood behind her, holding her as she washed her hands.

“Um, is there a spare toothbrush anywhere?”

Still gripping her with one hand, I reached down to the drawer and pulled one out with a mini toothpaste. “I keep these from the dentist.”

After she brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face, she said, “Okay. Back to bed.”

I helped her back to the bed, one small step at a time. Bruce was still sitting there like he’d been waiting on her to return. She stopped and patted his head. “Hey, Brucie.”

His tail thudded on the carpet as I helped her climb back up.

“Covers?” I asked as she got settled.

“Yes, please.”