Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
I expected there to be a lot of house parties, but there were none.
This was their “pad” to sit back and relax, and it was by no means a party house. That was fine with me. I enjoyed the quiet, except for the barking dogs every time someone showed up, or the revving of motorcycles as they tuned them.
There was only one washroom, so that was a bit of a disappointment, but I dealt with it. The guys really enjoyed my cooking, but I soon realized that I’d really never get to know much about them.
Our conversations usually were about me, and anytime I asked them a personal question, I’d get a dirty look and a general answer which was my signal to shut up or drop the subject. They would frequently go back to town and I could hitch a ride with them whenever I wanted.
I’d hang out with my school friend named Ann for a few hours, and then I’d take a bus back out to the country, and hitch a ride down the long country road until I got back to the house.
Having my mobility and independence was important to me. I surely didn’t want to just hang around the farm house all of the time.
One day, after explaining where I was living, Ann became intrigued. I brought her back to the farm house with me and she hit it off with the guys great. It got a little weird very fast though. Ann asked Les if she could sit on his motorcycle. He grinned and said “only if you’re naked”. Next thing I new Ann was naked and they were taking pictures of her on the Harley with Les standing next to her.
My friend Ann had no shame, she had a very outgoing personality, a gorgeous body and very pretty and I kind of understood why she may have done it. The pictures were taken with one of those instant cameras and they were placed in a stack, on top of the fridge.
A few days later, I was with Ann again and she was regretting what she had done. She was worried about those pictures ending up in a place where her family might see them. So she asked me, since I lived there, if I could get the pictures for her. No harm I thought, they were, after all, pictures of her and she had a right to decide what happened to them.
So, I went back to the house and checked to make sure they were still there, and sure enough, they were. I had to wait until I was alone to take them because I knew what was in that house. Guns, knives, drugs, cash, booze, typical things you would expect from a biker gang. I already knew that these guys were very private about their stuff and I never touched anything without asking.
After about two days, I finally got my chance. I grabbed the photos and made my way back to Ann’s house. She wasn’t at home, but her parents said they’d bring me to her, at her cousin’s house downtown. Once there, we headed out into the alley behind the building. I handed the pictures to her and she looked at them with such a relief.
Ann pulled out a lighter and tried burning the photographs. Note, instant photos do not burn well, they just kept melting but we could not get a flame enough to actually turn them into ash. So she did her best to burn her face off of them all. We tossed them into a garbage can and thought that would be the end of it. Not a chance! When I got back to the house, Les and his friend were sitting at the kitchen table, not looking so happy. As I walked into the house, his friend grabbed my arm pretty hard and forced me to sit in the chair.
Les interrogated me for quite a while. I maintained my innocence about the pictures missing for as long as I could but they were showing no signs of letting me go. So I told the truth about what happened. The next thing I knew, I was being tossed into a room. Les came in with a hammer and nails, and nailed the windows shut. Les threw me to the ground and took my shoes off, and then locked the door behind him as he left. I knew I was in some real trouble now. I could not get out of the window and even if I did, I’d still have no shoes.
During that full day being locked up I heard crying in one of Apparently someone else was guilty of something and was being punished as well. Eventually my door was unlocked, I was pulled out of the room by my hair and dragged into the living room. the other rooms.
Chapter 2-Part 3 continues tomorrow.
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