thought of me. I mean why else would she have asked me such a thing, if she didn’t think less of me.
I’d known for some time before that fateful day that he’d had his eye on me. There’s only so many times you can accidentally walk into an occupied bathroom, especially when the door had been locked from the inside.
When I caught him staring at my tits when I was fifteen I knew it was time to go. But go where? I had no place to go. Mom came from a broken home, I had no idea who my father was, had never met the man before, and there were no close relatives to help out.
It all started to go down hill when I hit puberty; things really took a turn for the worse when at sixteen my body blossomed. I could’ve done without it, though it seemed to make the boys at school mad with lust.
Then my stepdad upped his game so to speak. I remember that night laying in bed listening to them. It was always rather disturbing listening to them having sex, but the walls were so thin there was no escaping the sounds.
It was no different to any other night, her screaming ‘yes-yes-yes’ him calling her ‘bitch, slut, cunt, and on and on it went. What was different this night though was the mention of my name in the middle of all the festivities.
“You gonna let me have Vicki huh? You promised I could remember.” Say what? I remember my heart beating out of my chest with fright and the fear paralyzing me in the bed as I heard my own mother promise to give me to the greasy slime ball she’d been married to for six years.
I put my hands over my ears when the ruckus started up even worse next-door as I realized they were both getting off on their little pillow talk.
My mind had started racing as I thought of a way out. What if they come after me tonight? I’d never been so scared in my life as I was that night laying there waiting for the door handle to turn.
I was tempted to get up and move my dresser in front of the door, but I was too scared to move lest they hear me. Besides I was frozen in place.
Luckily they didn’t come in and by morning I was beginning to think it was all a misunderstanding that maybe I’d heard wrong. Even though his leer at the breakfast table was filthier than usual.
As soon as he left for work she’d started in. “You’re a big girl now, you’re gonna have to start doing your part around here.” I got that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach and my mouth ran dry.
“What do you mean?” As if I didn’t know, but I needed to hear her say it so there was no mistake. “Well, Ben’s the only one working around here since I got laid off and things are tight. If you wanna keep this nice roof over your head there’re some things you’re gonna have to start doing.”
I felt the bottom drop out. Granted there was never any love lost between us, she’d never been anyone’s definition of a mother, but I thought she at least had some feelings for me seeing as how she birthed me.
She soon disannulled me of that notion when she laid it all out for me. How I was to make myself ready that evening. She had it all planned out, I was going to come straight home from school, take a nice bath and wear the sexy lingerie she’d have picked out for me.
I think I died a little that day sitting at that kitchen table as I watched my childhood end. I played along I had no choice. I didn’t know what she would do if I showed my true feelings.
I went back to my room and instead of the books I needed for that day stuffed what little I could in my backpack. There was five dollars in coins in my piggybank, which I emptied into my bag and left.
That was the last time I saw her. I’d walked to the edge of town and hitched a ride the rest of the way until I had two towns between us.
That first summer, I lied my way into a job at this nice little beachside restaurant. I’d been living on the streets for a few weeks but had learned how to keep myself clean in public restrooms.
I spent most days in the
I’d known for some time before that fateful day that he’d had his eye on me. There’s only so many times you can accidentally walk into an occupied bathroom, especially when the door had been locked from the inside.
When I caught him staring at my tits when I was fifteen I knew it was time to go. But go where? I had no place to go. Mom came from a broken home, I had no idea who my father was, had never met the man before, and there were no close relatives to help out.
It all started to go down hill when I hit puberty; things really took a turn for the worse when at sixteen my body blossomed. I could’ve done without it, though it seemed to make the boys at school mad with lust.
Then my stepdad upped his game so to speak. I remember that night laying in bed listening to them. It was always rather disturbing listening to them having sex, but the walls were so thin there was no escaping the sounds.
It was no different to any other night, her screaming ‘yes-yes-yes’ him calling her ‘bitch, slut, cunt, and on and on it went. What was different this night though was the mention of my name in the middle of all the festivities.
“You gonna let me have Vicki huh? You promised I could remember.” Say what? I remember my heart beating out of my chest with fright and the fear paralyzing me in the bed as I heard my own mother promise to give me to the greasy slime ball she’d been married to for six years.
I put my hands over my ears when the ruckus started up even worse next-door as I realized they were both getting off on their little pillow talk.
My mind had started racing as I thought of a way out. What if they come after me tonight? I’d never been so scared in my life as I was that night laying there waiting for the door handle to turn.
I was tempted to get up and move my dresser in front of the door, but I was too scared to move lest they hear me. Besides I was frozen in place.
Luckily they didn’t come in and by morning I was beginning to think it was all a misunderstanding that maybe I’d heard wrong. Even though his leer at the breakfast table was filthier than usual.
As soon as he left for work she’d started in. “You’re a big girl now, you’re gonna have to start doing your part around here.” I got that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach and my mouth ran dry.
“What do you mean?” As if I didn’t know, but I needed to hear her say it so there was no mistake. “Well, Ben’s the only one working around here since I got laid off and things are tight. If you wanna keep this nice roof over your head there’re some things you’re gonna have to start doing.”
I felt the bottom drop out. Granted there was never any love lost between us, she’d never been anyone’s definition of a mother, but I thought she at least had some feelings for me seeing as how she birthed me.
She soon disannulled me of that notion when she laid it all out for me. How I was to make myself ready that evening. She had it all planned out, I was going to come straight home from school, take a nice bath and wear the sexy lingerie she’d have picked out for me.
I think I died a little that day sitting at that kitchen table as I watched my childhood end. I played along I had no choice. I didn’t know what she would do if I showed my true feelings.
I went back to my room and instead of the books I needed for that day stuffed what little I could in my backpack. There was five dollars in coins in my piggybank, which I emptied into my bag and left.
That was the last time I saw her. I’d walked to the edge of town and hitched a ride the rest of the way until I had two towns between us.
That first summer, I lied my way into a job at this nice little beachside restaurant. I’d been living on the streets for a few weeks but had learned how to keep myself clean in public restrooms.
I spent most days in the
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