43 Years in Hiding
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 2
I know my brother was there. Three years older than me at the time. I recall he had been off riding dirt bikes with one or more of the brothers on the trails that ran on their large parcel of land.
I can see him rescuing me from their clutches as they held me down on the poor helpless girl.
And yet her puzzling reaction to my not acting like the others before me. I realize now that she had been through something similar before this.
Heaving sobs. Shock. Helping me pull my clothes back on, my brother walking slowly with me as we crossed the street.
I can picture their dark wooded house. A rancher or something like it. An icebox where they kept a never ending supply of Nestle chocolate bars.
My brother, attempting to help me back from some abyss in my mind. Buying me a pack of Rolo's from the corner gas station across the way. A soda pop too and it may have been a Coke. Still fuzzy but the memory is in there waiting to come out and say hello to me.
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