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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Price of Revenge… Scene 2: The Garage

The family's garage smelled like all garages at this time of the year, musty and dirty. I listened but could not hear the puppies.

"Over here," the teen said. "Right over in the corner next to the car." I moved slowly in the direction indicated, struggling to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I still did not hear any whining I thought the puppies would be making. I wondered if he would let me hold one even if they were all asleep. Nearing the corner I began to see the surroundings without difficulty. I saw an empty corner. No box with newborn puppies and I quickly backed away.

"What's the matter, little girl?" said the big boy with that sneer I knew only too well. "Don't you see the puppies?" I shook my head and tried to move away from the car.

"Now, don't get all scared on me; I am not going to hurt you." He said that but, still, he moved in front of me and began to press me in the direction of the side of the car.

"I need to go home now," I said with as much courage as I could muster. "I know that my mother would not want me to be in here with you and there are no puppies anyway."

My back was against the metal door of the vehicle now and the boy reached out to pull up my shirt. I grabbed at the shirt and pulled it down. He laughed at me and said I was a coward and a scaredy- cat. Even so, he grabbed at the zipper of my jeans and pulled it down.

"What are you doing? That is not a good thing to do. My mother will be really mad if you do that. I am going home right now!" I blurted out in staccato spurts of fear and defiance, nearly spitting in the adolescent's face as I spoke.

He told me that he was going to take my clothes off and I should not tell anyone or I would really get into trouble. I told him I would scream but his protests that it was me who would get in trouble as it was me who didn't have any clothing on made me rethink this plan. He continued to unbutton my shirt, slowly and deliberately.

As he moved his fingers over the buttons, I was thinking that God could keep me from getting in trouble for being in here. God could rescue me from having this boy take all of my clothes off, too. Suddenly the boy froze in place and tilted his head to one side. Though I had not heard a sound, he heard some kind of noise and pretty much freaked. Was someone coming? The next thing I knew, I was standing alone by the car and the boy was nowhere in sight. Quickly I pulled at my clothing and got things back the way they needed to be as fast as my shaking little fingers could move.

Once through that garage door and back in the alley, I ran all the way home. Did I tell my mother? Did I, at least, tell my big sister? No, on both counts. I just did not know if what he had told me about getting in trouble for being in the garage in the first place was true. I knew what he was doing was wrong but would I get in trouble for letting him do that to me? I just did not know but, one thing I did know: He was not going to get away with it! I would just wait for a chance to have my revenge for his lying to me about the puppies and for the naughty thing he did to me. (I had no idea what worse thing could have happened if he had not been frightened off by the noise! I was only six and did not know that awful things can happen to little girls in their own neighborhood.) This boy would pay for what he did; I would see to that no matter what!

****Scene 3: The Opportunity Coming Tomorrow

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