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Almost Next- the next chapter of Bad Luck Blacky (rape, pedophilia, incest, abuse). Most of these horrific details will only be available to my Apple podcast subscribers! · The Podcaster's Voice

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Hey, it's me again with another chapter of Bad
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Love Blackie. I've mentioned before, some of
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these sensitive topics will only be heard by
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my Apple Pop Class Subscribers. This book is
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based on my life from 5 years old to about 32.
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I'm going through some tough times, and writing
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this book helped me heal. Probably no one knew
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what I was going through because I was good at
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staying quiet and keeping secrets for fear of
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embarrassment and for fear that I would tear
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my family apart if I told these secrets. But
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I got too painful for me to hold them in year
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after year. Even this was really devastating
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to me. I still kept secrets. This subject has
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been touched on for years. And just like the
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Cornell University situation, a lot of women
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just aren't believed. Especially when it comes
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to the men in their family, abusing them, portraying
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incest, pedophilia, the sick world we live in.
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But I'm about to tell you what happened to me
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in this next chapter called... Almost next. Sit
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back, relax, and have an open mind. Because what
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you're about to hear, it's no different from
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the things you already heard. But if you knew
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me way back then, you would not know none of
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this ever happened to me. Because when you saw
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me, I was not the happiest person. But I put
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on airs like I was happy. It was my safe and
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favorite place to go. Because it kept me away
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from home. Here it goes. Almost there. It was
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a cold day in hell. When turmoil hit our fam
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- Turn off the music. It was a cold day in hell.
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When... Turmoil really hit our family. Sure,
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there were problems in my past before this volcano
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hit. But those were considered minor. Like everyday
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life situations to us. As a bite... As I became
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older, I discovered that I was not normal. Not
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normal. I remember Hunter always telling me to
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come and sit on his lap. Remember, Hunter is
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my stepdad. At first I thought it was because
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that was my father and he just wanted to show
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me some attention. I feel a little different
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compared to my younger sister when it came down
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to feeling like a real daughter. Excuse me. Whenever
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we were around Hunter. She would be so comfortable
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calling him daddy, but I just could not bring
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myself to call him that. Instead, I called him
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by his first name, and I had the standoffers
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kind of fear towards him. I would avoid going
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around him most of the time, I guess because
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I saw how harsh he was with my brothers, and
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I just had an overall strange feeling about him.
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I felt that Hunter treated me special. I believe
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it was because he tried to act like a real father
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to me, instead he treated my younger... sister
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different from my kids eyes. Maybe she was the
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youngest and she demanded more attention. Hunter
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knew it affected me the most because I was really
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sensitive and I needed attention every once in
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a while from Peggy. There were times when Peggy
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would hug my younger sister and tell her she
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loved her well and the other kids would just
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sit around and watch them. We craved the attention
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but we rarely never received it. Peggy seemed
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jealous of the attention that Hunter gave me,
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especially when he was saying, fat fat, come
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here. Fat Fats was my nickname I was so embarrassed
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of, because, well, I wasn't fat. I was skinny.
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92 pounds when I was in high school, so guess
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how much I weighed when I was a preteen. 40 pounds,
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so I don't know. Peggy would tell me to go in
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my room when... every hunter would tell me to
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come here and he would pick me up and place me
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on his lap. She would tell me to go in my room
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and tell hunter that I was too big to sit her
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on his lap. I remember one summer day it was
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so hot in the house and we did not have air conditioning
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because we could not afford it. Oh, so I thought,
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I don't know why we didn't have it, but we at
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least had one fan in the family room where the
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television was. My younger sister used to walk
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around the house with her shirt off and just
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have her underwear on. She was about six, seven.
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One day she and I were sitting directly in front
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of the fan soaking in all of the hot air. And
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Hunter said to me, go in your room and tuck off
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your shirt. Still thinking, I don't have any
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breath to hide or be ashamed of, but the thought
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of sitting around with my shirt off was weird.
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I sat there debating. He said, Fat fat, go take
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off your shirt and you'll be cool. I got up slowly
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and walked down the hall to our room and took
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my shirt off. I looked into the big mirror that
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was attached to our dresser. I looked at my chest
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area to make sure nothing was noticeable. I saw
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nothing but little bumps on my chest. I was about
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9 or 10. I knew my dark nipples were still the
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sign of sexuality. even though nothing was developed
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yet. Then I looked at my booty, trying to make
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sure my panties covered my buns and vagina. I
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walked back to the room where my arms crossed
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over each other, extending down with my upper
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arms covering my dark nipples. I sat down in
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a robot manner, stiffly, like I knew everyone
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was watching me. I knew Hunter was looking at
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me, but I was too scared to look up at him. So
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I waited until the right time to actually look
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into his direction and see if he was looking
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at me. The moment came while we were watching
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Richard Pryor in concert. This was a show we
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watched over and over. Richard was talking about
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women in wilderness able to whip off their pee
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in a matter of seconds while men could not do
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that. Then everyone started laughing. I laughed
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and looked up at Hunter. He was looking at me.
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I think he knows how uncomfortable I was. and
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he liked to make people feel uncomfortable. Especially,
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sometimes he would just look at you and still
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fear in you. I turned back towards the television
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and started to watch the Not So Funny. It was
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made for adults to understand and not kids. Peggy
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walked in and told me to go put my shirt back
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on. She was very upset because she knew how Hunter
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was and she just refused to let other people
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knew that she knew. Yeah. Hunter acted very rational
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at times. I remember the first time I saw him
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display domestic violence was when my mother
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came home late one morning. She stayed up all
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night to let Hunter know that what it was to
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know what it felt like to wonder where your mate
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was all night. See, Hunter was a cheater. He
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cheated with friends that would come over to
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the house, neighbor up the street. Yeah, he cheated
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with a lot of people. I'm not sure everyone else
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noticed, but I noticed. He came home, gave Hunter
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a piece of his home. What's in the account worrying
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about her when she walked in the door? I was
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relieved. She did not want to tell us because
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Hunter was in the next room, and you might hear
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her. Pekka came back looking so clean and refreshed,
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and I can still remember the sweet flowery scent
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of her perfume. It smelled like a fresh spring
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day. She sat down in the chair across from the
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front door as we were talking. All of a sudden,
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the glass that she was about to take a sip from
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tipped and all the water that was in it spilled
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all over her face. Hunter tipped the glass over
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on her pretty face and clothes. Peggy asked someone
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to get her some more water. I was not about to
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go into that kitchen where he was, so one of
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my other siblings went to get her more water.
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I think it was my younger brother. He was not
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scared of anything. And when he would get mad,
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he would turn so red. That is why Hunter, I think,
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gave him the nickname Red. Peggy sat in the same
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spot, not moving an inch. She was a strong woman,
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and she did not take much off of a man when it
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came to intimidation. She had the other glass
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of water in her hand. Again, when she was about
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to drink it, Hunter stood above her asking where
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she had been. She did not reply. When she was
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about to drink it, it went all over her frontal
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and part of her hair. I gasped. She just sat
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there, bold as ever. Hunter went into the kitchen
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and came out with a machete. It was medium and
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looked very sharp. He patted the machete on top
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of Peggy's head like he was daring her to get
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smart with him. She said, Hunter, why are you
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doing this shit? I can't remember what Hunter
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said, but it had something to do with her staying
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out all night. that started to go at it by arguing
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and shouting. Peggy finally told us to go into
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the room. We were scared that something was going
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to happen that night, like they were going to
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start fighting or something. Hunter told Peggy
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that he was going to kill her that night. The
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argument finally ceased and the kids forgot about
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their whole ordeal. We went down the street as
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usual to the school playground, riding our bikes
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as we played like we normally did that day. Night
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came, and that was a different story. While I
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was sleeping peacefully, I was awakened by ruffling
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and pleading sounds. I dismissed the sounds as
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my dream, but as I lay still, I heard it again.
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The sounds were coming from Peggy's room. My
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younger sister, Hi, shared a room that was diagonally
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across from their room. I slept next to the wall
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with about two feet in between the bed and the
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wall. I got up. from the bed and stood in that
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space looking into Peggy's room and saw Hunter
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holding a generous sized pocket knife to Peggy's
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neck. While she was pleading for him to stop
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he was moving closer and closer towards her and
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that forced her to move further into the bathroom.
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I stood there for a minute debating of what I
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should do. After I stood there for about a minute
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I jumped back into the bed and put the covers
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over my head hoping that he would stop. I thought
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putting the covers over my head would try not
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to sound, but it did not. I got up again. I looked
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again and saw a certain look on Hunter's face,
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like when he was feeling bad or seemed very angry.
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When he sat like this, he would bite the side
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of his lip and pop through his teeth and the
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remainder of his mouth. That is when I said,
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Ma! In a shaken, scared voice, Hunter looked
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over at me. over at me like he was startled that
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someone was awoke and saw what he was doing.
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My mom said, go back to bed. But I still stood
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there making sure that the scene would break
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up and Hunter would go into the family room,
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drink his red wild Irish rose and fall into a
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drunken sleep. Go back to bed, Peggy said once
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more. So I got back into bed and began to pray.
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Please Lord, don't let my mom die. And I kept
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saying that over and over and over with the covers
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over my head. I was breathing heavy because it
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was very hard to breathe. But I still kept the
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covers over my head until I fell asleep. The
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next morning, I knocked on my mother's door to
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her room to make sure she was still living. And
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when she said yes, I walked away. I was hesitant
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about showing her affection because I was scared
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that she would not accept it. A few weeks to
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a month later, My younger sister, my mom and
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stepdad were watching television and a subject
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that came up, and the subject came up pretending
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to call him Hunter Dad. My younger sister said,
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he is not your real dad anyway. Hunter said,
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Booty, be quiet. That was a nickname that he
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gave her. Booty, I said, and looked at Peggy.
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She had a funny look on her face that told me
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my sister might be telling the truth. I asked
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Peggy what she's telling the truth, and she said
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yes. For about 10 years, or from a really early
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age, I thought that he was my dad. I sat there
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stiff once again, this time trying to hold back
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my tears. When they started to roll down my face,
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I got up, ran to the room, plopped belly first
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onto the bed, and started bawling my eyes out.
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Peggy came in after a few minutes and said something
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to effect like she was sorry, but I tuned her
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out. I did not even look at her. She left the
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room. And that is when I start to lose my mind
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even further. I sat up in the bed, between the
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wall and the bed. As I faced the wall, I began
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to hit myself in the head with my open hand.
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And then when I went to punch myself with my
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own fist and saying, you stupid, I hate you.
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I hate you. I just wanted to hurt myself so bad
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for being a reject. But the punching in my face
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did not hurt me. So I began to bang my head on
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the ugly blue and white wallpaper wall. There
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were so many times when I wanted to just rip
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that ugly wallpaper off the wall. It had blue
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trees that were on a white background. You know,
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that wallpaper from the 1800s. It had people
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like sitting up under trees or something weird
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like that. I was saying harder and harder against
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that ugly wallpaper. All sorts of things were
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going through my mind. I didn't have care if
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I became brain dead at the time. Peggy came in
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and said stop that because my little sister told
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her I was banging my head on the wall Remember
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I did a couple more times before I I woke up
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the next morning Worrying about I was not going
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to mention it Was I just going to pretend like
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nothing ever happened and just refer to him as
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my dad? Every now and then a group of kids were
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engaged in a conversation that had to do with
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that I cannot explain the way I felt being in
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school I was unable to concentrate on my schoolwork
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my tension pant My attention span did not last
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very long, but eventually I got finger ordeal
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and remained an A -B student. The next incident
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I remember is when Hunter came home late one
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night and walked the whole house up by raising
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unnecessary hell. He was drunk as usual off his
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favorite red wild average rose. I can't remember
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what he was saying, but I do know it was not
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very pleasant. He would say, Peggy! come in here
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and at the same time I heard choppy noises. Hunter
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was drunk and I think Peggy locked him out of
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the room. Peggy went to the family room where
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Hunter was and he began to beat her up and that
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is when she called everyone in there to jump
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on him. My brothers was the first one in there
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because their room was on the other side of the
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family room. They jumped on his back and I was
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standing behind them while Hunter was bent over.
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Being beat by at least five people. I kicked
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them into the butt. I remember this so vividly.
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He probably did not feel it because he was feeling
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fists and blows to his back. Someone called the
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police. I believe it was our next door neighbor
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Emeril. Emeril was about 50 to 60, 70, I don't
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know, years old and a hunter and himself became
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acquaintances. Emeril was a very nosy young...
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man and he knew everything that went on. I believe
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he was gay also because one day his mail came
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to our house on accident and it was a box with
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at least 10 to 20 magazines in them and every
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magazine had a new mail on the cover and all
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throughout the magazine. The police came after
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their deal was over. And back then domestic violence
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was not a big issue, at least not in the law's
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eyes. This cop that came was a real redneck.
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He could not care less about the whole ordeal.
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Peggy told him what happened and this pig acted
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like he either did not care or he did not believe
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her. The so -called cop called us into the living
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room one by one and asked us what we heard and
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saw. You know, the scenario was like the old
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days, the old racist days, when a white cop would
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go into a black household and infect the stereotype
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that us blacks were often labeled with. Well,
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tonight, we did fit the stereotype. A half -hearted
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black fighting each other with a bunch of nappy
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-headed kids. When the officer finished talking
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to us, he went into the living room where Hunter
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was, and talked to him for a while. The policeman
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was intimidated because Hunter was acting like
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a loony. After the policeman talked to Hunter,
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he came back into the room and told Peggy that
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since they were married, he did not have to go
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anywhere. Just to let him sleep his drunk stay
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off. Peggy could not believe what that pig said.
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He became very nasty with her and said, If you
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and your kids want to feel safe, I suggest you
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all leave for the night. Ain't that about a blip?
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A mother with six kids has to leave while her
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drunk husband stays in a warm house. And this
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was in the winter time too. I thought about spitting
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on that piece of trash. I was sitting on a coffee
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table with my flowery, hot polyester and cotton
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robe on with about four to six rollers in my
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hair hanging down to my shoulders. Hunter came
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in the room. sat in a chair across from me looking
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disgusting with his alcoholic breath and his
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red and yellow eyes Hunter was looking at me
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while saying Come here fence fence He was patting
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his thighs. I hated him that night, but I was
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also still scared of him I was afraid to say
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no to him, so I just sat there debating what
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to do I almost ran back into the room when Peggy
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came in and told me not to go over there boy
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was I relieved because I would have been sitting
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on his lap feeling a lump of something on my
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behind wishing that I would not have gone over
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there. I went to the family room where my other
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siblings were talking about something that was
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chopped up. When I went in there I saw his and
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hers plastic banks that they had chopped up into
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small pieces. The head on his woman's bank was
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chopped off her body. Peggy finally told us to
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get some clothes for tomorrow. We did have school
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the next day, but we were leaving for the night.
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By this time, it was about 1 .30 in the morning.
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We powered up in a brown and green station wagon.
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It was the best station wagon we ever owned.
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It was kind of trim and tan, you know, just sitting
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there stylish, looking kind of light, looking
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kind of nice. Us kids got into the car, afraid,
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sleepy, wondering what was going to happen next.
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We sat in the car in front of the house while
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my mom and sister figure out what we're going
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to do next. I was about 12 or 14. My sister was
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about six years older than me. Those three minutes
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that we were in the car in front of the house,
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I kept looking at the front door in the driveway
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hoping that Hunter would not come running out
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with the machete in his hand trying to cut someone
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up. After we sat there for a while, Peggy said
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that she needed a weapon for when we were going
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to come back home. She told my older brother
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to go in the backyard, get the baseball bat,
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and come back to the car. He said, I'm not going
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back there. Peggy said, he is not going to hurt
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you. Pray everyone will get it. So my brother
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ran up there as fast as he could and brought
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back the bat with him. We took off for a long
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drive trying to find some place to go. Mother
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with six kids would have a hard time finding
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someone to take all of them in, especially in
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the wee hours of the morning. After about a half
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an hour of a drive, I had to use the bathroom.
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So we went to a gas station where we found the
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bathroom was locked because the gas station was
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closed. Peggy told me to squat down beside the
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car and urinate beside the back door. I did what
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she said and found that everyone was looking.
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I said, they're all looking at me. Turn your
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head she replied I was a hesitant but I was 10
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seconds from using bathroom on myself So I pulled
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my gown up looked around in the car to make sure
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no one was looking Began to take care of my business
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when I was finished. I realized that I had no
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tissue So I began to shake my bottom sock to
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the side up and down trying to get as dry as
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I possibly possibly could When I thought I was
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dry, I stood up my gown went back down into the
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car not dry at all. A little wetness plus cold
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spelled uh -oh, so I began to wiggle myself dry.
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It worked a little, but I began to smell like
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a little urine. I tried to forget about it by
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lying my head down on the seat as much as I could.
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Takey decided that we would not have much time
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until the sunrise, so we slept in the car. So
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we slept in the car. I tried to sleep as best
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as I could with my head on the armrest and my
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body flattened to the side. It seemed like I
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was up every 30 to 45 minutes. I just could not
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sleep properly, especially with that incident
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on my mind and with my cold, wet underwear. The
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last time I had waking, it was almost time for
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school. We were not too far from the house, so
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we went back in and freshened up. We were all
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hesitant about going back in the house for fear
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of facing Hunter. Besides that, I cannot remember
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much more about that incident. After that day,
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everything seemed back to normal. That was the
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way it was after every incident until something
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else happened and the whole uncomfortable process
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would repeat itself. That day after school, I
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was walking home by myself as usual. But this
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day was not like any other day. I was hurrying
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home trying to escape this little short boy.
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He was shorter than me. He had very brown skin
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with pimples on it. He had this look that he
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was anxious to get in trouble. This boy had a
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crush on me since second grade. I believe I was
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in the fourth grade by now. I transferred from
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my old school to this school, and the first day
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I went to my new school and classroom, him and
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two other boys was pulling on my behind. I did
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not know where they learned that from, but they
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had to see someone else do it. Maybe their parents
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would do that kind of thing in front of them.
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All I know is that they were too young to learn
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this on their own. My second grade teacher, Ms.
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Doskey, had me standing in front of the classroom
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to introduce myself to the class before I sat
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in my assigned seat with watery eyes, very afraid
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to speak to all of those strange faces. I was
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so shy and timid that Hunter had to whip me at
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times to get me to say hi to some of his friends.
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I felt so uncomfortable around them that I would
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take the whooping and be sent to my room rather
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than say hi to them because that meant I would
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have to be around them that much longer. I was
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a very weird kid. I would think the most terrible
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thoughts if I were to open my mouth. I would
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think that no one would speak back to me and
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then my feelings would be heard all over again.
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I cried after dropping the hat for anything and
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I still did somewhat. I said to my new classmates
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with watery eyes, my name is Nyra. I had to repeat
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myself because I spoke so low that no one can
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hear me. I was able to go to my assigned seat
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after the second time. I sat down with my light
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blue pants on while Willie rubbed my behind and
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I just sat there like a frog on a log scared
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to turn around from the corner of my eye, stickering.
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and told the other boy what he did. A few minutes
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later, I felt another hand across my buttocks.
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This time, I looked back and it was this cute
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boy named Chris. But I was still mad, no matter
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how cute he was. It still pissed me off. I scooted
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my chair up away from them. They scooted up right
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behind me and really rubbed my behind again.
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By then, I was boiling inside. I raised my hand
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and before the teacher turned around and yelled
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out, Could you tell Willie to stop touching my
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butt? This doggie was a much older lady around
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60. She may have been younger than I thought,
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but to young kids, grown -ups look much older
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than they are. Especially folks who stay in the
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sun. They tend to get more wrinkles than folks
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who avoid the sun. Willie would follow me home
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and threaten me because I told him. I told on
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him. He would say things like, I'm going to kick
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your butt or I'm going to pin you down and crisp
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you. or I'm going to pin you down on the ground
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and kiss you." Willie used to kick me in the
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butt with his foot while I was walking up the
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street to my house. One day, when he was kicking
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me in my butt, he kicked me right up the anus
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with his toes. It was so painful, I felt like
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crying, but I did not. I did not want him to
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know that he got the best of me. I had to cry
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in front of people. I wanted them to think that
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I was stronger than I looked, so I held a lot
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of pain within myself. I had and still have a
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very sensitive heart that is easily crushed by
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my feelings being hurt. I can take a lot of physical
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pain and if I was to cry, it was because someone
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had said hurtful things to me. I went home after
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the butt kicking incident and told no one as
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usual. That was another problem I had. I always
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kept secrets and never told anyone. The next
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time I tried to hurry home from Woolly was a
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snowy day and I had my blue and red mittens on.
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He pulled my hair and my butt still hurt from
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the previous incident. I thought about that day
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and I turned around and pointed my finger at
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him with my index finger that made a hole through
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the mittens from my long nail and said, you fuck
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with me one more time and my big brother will
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pick your ass. He said, Ooh, I'm so scared. And
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kicked me again. As he walked away, I prayed
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that he would not come back and what I said would
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work, for I had not told my brother what he had
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been doing to me. It worked, because the next
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time I walked home, he offered to carry my books
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for me. I declined his offer. He went to the
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same school up until high school, and he tried
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to go out with me a couple times. A couple times
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with no luck. I guess I was the kind of person
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that freaks, pedophiles, sick maniacs look for.
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Me, timid and shy. My grandmother lives on the
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west side with my uncle who was about 40 when
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he left her house. He moved in with the lady
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and her kids for a few months and returned back
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home. Every summer, us kids would go over to
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my granny's house in twos or threes since it
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was six of us all together. Either she did not
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have enough room for all of us or she came up
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with this clever idea so she can keep her sanity.
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In the summertime, there was a lunch program
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at the park down the street from her house. My
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grandmother would tell us in her southern voice,
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y 'all go down to the park and get your lunches.
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Sometimes we would get our lunches and walk back
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to the house with them. Before we would get to
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the door, she would tell us to go sit in the
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backyard under the shade and eat our lunches.
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She would always tell us to get out of the sun
39:42
and find some shade. Almost every night before
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bedtime, she would feed us peaches and ice cream
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or pound cake and ice cream. I always thought
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my uncle was weird. He was very handsome, but
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strange. I used to keep my distance from him.
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Besides this particular time when we were upstairs
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in his room, this year I went to my grandmother's
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house with my two brothers. It was myself, my
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uncle, my brothers, and another girl. That was
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related to the family somehow. My uncle came
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up with this game to play. It was like... musical
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tears, but he had us crawling in a circle on
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the floor with our butts in the air, passing
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him, and he was controlling the lamp. He would
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turn the light on, and whoever was in front of
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him was out of the game. He turned the light
40:31
on and off a couple of times during the game,
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just to see where we were. He turned the light
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out the last time, and I was crawling inside
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of him. I felt someone touch my butt. The first
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time I thought it was someone thumbing over me,
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so I did not pay much attention. The second time
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it happened, I heard, ooh, yeah. And I said,
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wait a minute, turn the light back on. The light
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did not come back on. So I said, I quit. And
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I stumbled trying to turn out the light, trying
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to turn on the light myself. The light came on,
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and then I saw my uncle licking like a sick pedophile.
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I got up and went downstairs to avoid him doing
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it once more. As I was sitting downstairs, I
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heard all the laughter and everyone having a
41:25
good time. I wanted to go have some fun with
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the other kids, but not at that price. As the
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years went by, I was filling out my clothes,
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and he would make comments like, your butt is
41:38
getting bigger, or you have gotten bigger since
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the last time I saw you, or if you want my niece.
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All those comments would do is remind me of the
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time when he felt my tender young ass. I understand
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him, but I tolerated him through the years. I
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did not dare to tell Hunter. He would have killed
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him, even though he was a molester himself. Life
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is very weird in the fact that you only remember
42:08
the real bad or the real good times. When we
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moved to our current house, we made friends with
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the two white kids who lived in a house up the
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street. The girl Holly was my age and the boy
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Dan was my brother's age. They lived with their
42:25
mother in a... clutter not so clean house. Cereal
42:30
would be on the floors and potato chips would
42:32
be everywhere. I was always careful whenever
42:35
I would go up there not to sit on cat hair that
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was always on the couch most of the time. And
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their mom would come home and make them clean
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up sometimes. Dad used to eat fried worms for
42:50
protein and he would try to get us to eat them
42:52
also. We never did. He seemed a lot older and
42:56
more mature than my brother was. One day they
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asked me and my brother to stay all night. My
43:06
brother was all for her, but I thought about
43:09
the filth and the crime. Dan wanted me to spend
43:15
a night with Holly to keep her company, and he
43:18
kept asking me. So I said, okay. That night when
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we were asleep, Holly and I slept on a couch.
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One at each end, and the boys slept on the floor.
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I was sleeping really well until I felt this
43:33
wetness inside of my vagina. I looked up, And
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Dan had his finger inside of me. I swung at him
43:39
but did not say a word. I did not want to be
43:42
responsible for ruining his friendship with my
43:45
brother. So I just stayed away from the house.
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Or I always tell Holly to come down to my house
43:50
to play. She really did because her mother was
43:53
gone all of the time and she could not leave
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the house. This is the first time I have spoken
44:00
about this incident. And this happened when I
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was between the ages of 10 and 12. About a year
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after they moved away, I cried because I was
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going to miss Holly. She was a good friend. This
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next incident I'm about to talk about is the
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one of the most painful I will mention in this
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book. I will probably shed a few tears while
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talking about this. And this concludes this segment
44:38
of Almost Next. Until next time folks, I appreciate
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you tuning in. and like i said before the real
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intimate and embarrassing parts will be heard
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by only my apple subscribers so the next part
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only released to my apple subscribers thank you
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for listening and until next time that was not
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what i wanted until next time peace out