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chapter 1 continues

 There I was alone, scared trying to collect my thoughts and all that I could think was this is not good. A girl of 4 does not understand rape. When I ran inside the trailer the only ones aware of any mishap were my brother and sister due to the fact that as usual our mother so caring and so kind weakend by addiction remained passed out in a drunken daze.

 

   There was no way to get any help except to pray and rely on Shane to get us through physically, Sarah mentally and myself quietly. A few days passed things calmed down. No word from my father and no word about him from my mother. Things were awkward in the air and I was not getting any kind of answers anytime soon.  Several days later my sister left us to live with some of her school friends. My brother baby sister and I were rescued by our hard working blessing of a grandfather. Louisiana bound we were. As to my mother I had no clue where she was nor did I dare to ask.

 

Grandaddy made life easy. Great meals, school daily, great sitter and a pool for the afternoons. Shane was a great friend when he was around which was rare. Soon Christmas came around and we were called to a family meeting. I knew it was bad when my brothers head dropped straight to the floor as he pulled me to his lap. " We are going to visit your mother" he said " She is in a place for bad people and we can't stay long. Your mother will answer your questions."

 That was the longest, quitest drive of my life. As we pulled up Pullaski State Prison that chilly December day I'm sure all my mind cried was " I want my mommy."

Author's Note

Chapter 2 Begins tomorrow. Thanks