8/6/2019 From living nightmare to dreaming in real life pt2
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So Lila became the friend that I would dream read about in the
books I used toread. I never told her everything . We mainly would
have fun talking and laughing. The step man was fine as long as
they were there. But I still was restricted and forbidden to engage
in activities that included my enjoyment. Between punishment and
chores there wasnt much time for fun anyway. But when I was allowed
to steal a moment or two of fun , we did get a chance to laugh and
giggle.. Shereminded me of a character Verita from one of my
favorite books ,Dreams die first By Harold Robbins . The Main
character Gareth was best friends With Verita. They remained
friends their entire life time , so I did the same......and westill
are. It wasnt until I came back years later that we would really
become t
he friends we are now and reminisce about those days. I was
unaware ,but that was about the time I started to dream into real
life......Like Gareth ,from DreamsDie First.
Welcome I've Been expecting you...........
In February 1981, just after my 18th birthday, a close relative
arranged for me
to stay with another family to be freed from my captor. We set a
designated time and place to meet. I looked over my shoulder one
last time at THE PINK HOUSEWITH THE WHITE PICKET FENCE. As we drove
away , I watched the house get smallerand smaller.Part of me was
glad I was leaving, but it wasnt enough to stop beingafraid of
getting caught for doing so. After brief goodbyes I was instructed
toboard the train and stay there until I reached my designated stop
where the fa
mily would pick me up and drive me to their home.They took me in
and reassured me that "he couldn't get me . Even though I was 600
miles away , I was still afraid he would come there . The Martins
helped me to overcome the fear I developedover the earlier years of
my life. For example, They had to actually stop me fr
om going to stand in the corner. "We don't do that here. So I
would go to my room. Mrs Martin would come into the room and ask me
if this is what he made youdo all the time ? I shook my head yes .
'We re not going to make you stay in he
re". You are with us now he can't do any thing to you. ,But I
was still afraid.Mrs Martin had to keep reassuring me that I didnt
have to look over my shoulder. She told her husband "That poor
child is so afraid." he wont come out of thatroom.He thinks that
man is coming. Mr Martin had suspicions and heard rumors o
f the step man . He had wanted to help before, but stayed out of
it until it wastime for him to spring into action. Now was his
time.
A few days later I was registered senior in school. The kids in
school thoughtI was odd. I spoke different, dressed different
looked different. I was differ
ent. I listened to them laugh and snicker behind my back. So ate
alone. I was able to get out of school one month earlier because I
passed the competency test.I didn't have to go to class. A few
months later , I graduated. Hmm, I said to
myself. Earlier that year in January before I left , the stepman
told me Hed seeto it that Id not attend my graduation,but I did.
And I had a High School diploma in my hand. It was the first of
many dreams that would come true.
I would stay in touch with Lila by mail. She was marching with
The Color Guard.We would exchange letters back and forth about what
we were doing I got my first job at Mc Donalds and I got a paycheck
. Mr Martin, got me a car. I was finally doing things that normal
people do. We would continue to stay in touch by mailas life lived
itself and we grew up.
The Martins would take me to Parson Grove Baptist church on
Sundays. This iswhere I learned what prayer meant. I wouldn't know
until may years later, how g
rateful I was for being taught about God. Though church
terrified me because I w
as not used to seeing people jump and shout , I still sought out
the truths that Rev Parson taught us. I challenged my self to
explore the parts that were contradictory and I learned how to
discern their meaning. I had blocked out alot
