| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
| 3.17.5 cont. |
Now I Am 14...My dad and my mom made friends with a couple at church. They spent a lot of time together. Once again I was relegated to taking care of the kids on almost a full time basis. They had their things to do. My mom had a friend to go running around with and my dad was busy working construction while not doing church duties. My dad was very respected where we were and the church grew a lot. I made friends with a girl a couple miles away from us. We became best friends. She came to church with me a few times and my parents got comfortable enough with her to allow me to spend the night. Now this is the first time I have ever spent the night with a friend. The first couple times everything was fine. Then came a time when she talked me into sneaking out of the house and going to the bar across the street. I met a guy over there and we made plans to meet again. So it became easy to go spend the night with her and sneak over to the bar.
Before I go further, and remember I said that I would probably be jumping around, there is some background that you might need to know. At 7 I was repeatedly sexually abused by a neighbor. At 8 I was sexually abused by my uncle and my cousins. This will explain why sex meant nothing to me.
So, I had met this guy and he even came to church with me once. My parents didn''t like him at all. Well, in June I decided I was tired of everything at home, my responsibilities you know, doesn''t make sense now but that was my mind set at the time, and I made a decision to run away from home and be with Henry. One night I bribed my sister, not the youngest one, and out the window I went. I walked all the way to the bar in the middle of the night. Now what you don''t know is that I had a huge fear of the dark, lol, yet I made that trek. I met up with Henry at the bar and at closing time I went home with him and his brother. That night was the first time I had consensual sex. I never planned on going back home. Yet, I got a surprise the next morning when Henry and I walked to the store and found out the police had been out looking for me and that I better call home. Well, while I was standing in the store here came the police with my mother and her "friend" Betty. Needless to say I was hauled back home in shame.
To be continued.
March 17, 2005 6:37 PM |
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