No one ever really knew what happened that day...and no one will. I will tell you it was bad, very bad. There were two bars/stores not far from our cabin. My mom told me to go get milk for dinner that night, there was a path through the woods, a short-cut. It was the afternoon after the ride with my uncle. I was glad to go, to just get away. My Uncle popped up out of no where. He said,"It's our secret?!...right." I was creeped out and ran. I had to eat dinner with him that night. I wanted to kill him. Thank god they were leaving the next day.
I told my sister after it happened. She was 12 years older than I was. She listened, but said we should not tell mom, as she could not handle it at the time. At that time I had another uncle who was a drunk, and killed a someone on a motorcycle, and paralyzed the passenger for life.
Thank God they lived in Georgia. The next time I had to see him I was in 7th grade. Some family reunion at my G/ma's house. I remember so not wanting to go. I tried to make every excuse that a 7th grader may come up with. As you might imaging, nothing worked. G/ma lived on a farm. I choose to walk the fields all day. It was the best option I could think of at 14. I was out walking all day...and then behind me was HIM. I didn't know if I should try to run...and there was no place to hide. He said to me, "Remember our secret?...if you tell I will hurt your family."
I ran, I ran, I ran, and ran more to the top of the hill, to the place where the house looked like a dot. I heard them call dinner, I didn't go. I stayed on the hill crying. I got into a bunch of trouble later, but I didn't care.
It was about a year later when my parent's found out what had happened to me. I really don't know who told them, or how it came up. I don't know who was on the other end of the phone that night. They won't tell me.
I will say, I was sitting on top of the stairs, I somehow just "knew" what they were talking about. It was the only time I heard my dad cry.
Believe it or not there is more...but I can't do it now.
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I remember you telling me about this.....WAY back. It is unfortunate that I have heard many variations of this story from many women I (have) know(n)...not to minimize it's impact, but to say it's all too common.
TY Dan! you are so right, I guess that is why I am telling the story. I guess, it needs to be heard.
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