Alone With Bob
A change in geography doesn't change Bob or Barbara in the least. It is warmer here and much prettier than the farm fields of Indiana but not much else has changed in our secret home.
Barbara has simply learned new techniques on how to punch and hurt and avoid bruises and scars showing up on young pale skin.
She has learned to put an orange in a sock and swing.
Over and over her new pal, her "sock puppet" swings whenever she feels the urge to inflict pain because her life is so intolerable or her sick mind so insane.
We are now living in a trailer in an over-grown mobile home park on the edge of town. Not a great place but Heaven to me.
We left Indiana in the early Spring of my Freshman year of high school.
I loved school. It was my escape. My only connection to normal.
I was good at school. I made good grades.
I was popular despite my tattered torn appearance.
Bob and Barb for whatever reason decides to NOT enroll me in school for this last fraction of a semester.
My heart is so heavy for that. Begging and pleading to go to school will do nothing more than lead me down a Primrose path to NEVER get enrolled back in school. I knew if I even mentioned wanting to go to school it would be denied to me no matter what the truancy laws were in the state of Florida.
What kid wants to go to school?
Sure, I was rotten at Algebra but excelled in English, Biology, Literature etc.
I needed school.
I needed the escape and knew that education would and could set me free.
No one can EVER take or beat your education out of you. It feeds your mind.
I hungered for it. School.
An education could help me escape this nightmare.
Oh, how I wanted to be enrolled in school!
Somehow, in my very young mind I was constantly looking for an escape.
Not going to try to run into a field of corn this time but I was always working something in my mind to run.
This state was so foreign to me. I didn't know where the county courthouse was, Welfare Department or any law enforcement agency.
I instinctively knew I would need to keep my eyes and ears wide open for that glimmer of an opportunity.
I dreamed of it.
My fear and loathing of Bob was like a physical ache. Trying to avoid a huge man in a small trailer was practically impossible.
His sweaty grunting over-sized tattooed body was always near.
He would open the shower stall while I was showering.
He would sneak by my dirty blanket which was my bed on the floor of the trailer. Lean down and try to touch me without waking me or the household.
One of us would win this war. I prayed every night it was me.
My window of hope was quickly closing....
I was home all day remember? No school.
Barbara and my sister both found work at a nursing home. Their kids enrolled in an elementary school.
Alone with Bob....
To this day, That thought can still make me shudder in complete and absolute fear....