Lost jobs, fighting, daily torment, and again on the move.
We moved from one town, to another within a year and I started tenth grade.
This was really a happy time for me.
I seemed to fit in finally, with the boys in school.
I was really good at flirtatious behavior and never took it too far with anyone.
After summer and the beginning of a new school year I thought that I was off and running.
I had a friend, a best friend for the first time ever. We did everything together. We hung out and laughed a lot. We caused some trouble, but mostly at our own expense.
We started the new year by sluffing a lot of our classes in the name of fun.
We drank a lot, and smoked behind the seminary building. We even smoked in the seminary building. We were having the time of our high school life.
We were pretty much on the path of loser.
and that was fine, i had been told that i wouldn't amount to anything. i wouldn't be anything more than someones whore. i was a failure and already being a failure there wasn't much room to grow. i fit the path that i had been emotionally abused to believe that i was to trod.
Then came the day. The day everything changed for us both. The day we sluffed at my house.
My stepfather was home: "Wouldn’t it be fun to play strip poker."
"Wouldn’t it be fun to get drunk....and naked?"
Why not, we were young, we had our whole lives a head of us.
Or so it would seem.
How could we both have known it would be the last day of our innocence, the first day of nightmares for both of us for the rest of your life.
How could we have ever known that that one day would change the rest of our lives?