Today Ann struggles with growing up and an assault by Ernest; she is placed in jail and rescued by her favorite aunt.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 18.
Meanwhile, my mother had me on the phone and told me to hang up and go with the police when they found me, then she got off the line and called the police and told them where they could find me. About ten minutes later a police detective came up to me and showed me his badge and asked me if I knew how many people had been looking for me. Then he placed me in his police car and took me to Juvenile Hall. He didn'r put me in a cell, but had me sit in front of another detective. I sat in this chair and the detective never spoke to me, he just sat there and watched me, so I began to read my little Bible again. Suddenly he spoke, "so you ran away from home?"
"No I didn't," I said. "I am going to get married. My fiance is waiting for me at the Tijuana Race Track."
"No, you didn't run away from home, you just ran away from home to get married," the detective said. Then he was silent again. Just sat there and stared at me. He looked mad. Finally he spoke again, "you are real lucky we don't lock you up right now, but you have an uncle and an aunt who want to come and get you. Will you go with them?"
My uncle David and aunt Fanny were coming for me; I was overjoyed. They were my daddy's brother and his wife, and I loved them. After about two hours they came and rescued me from the mean detective.
I adored my aunt Fannie. She could read the situation and knew how my mother treated Charley and me. She told me that I could live with them forever if I wanted, that I never needed to talk to my mother again, or ever see her. Then she told me to take a bath and get ready for bed. I was in the tub, playing with this rubber ducky they had, when I heard my aunt on the phone to my mother telling her that I was not going to talk to her anymore, or see her again, if she had her way. I guess she shut my mother up. I know I slept well that night. In the morning aunt Fannie asked me to tell her what was going on, I loved this aunt and had always wanted her to be my mother, so I told her the story of Ernest and how I was going to marry him. Aunt Fannie told me to wait for a few years first and I agreed with her. I would have done anything for her.
Eventually, mother finally came and took me home, but aunt Fannie told her she'd better not beat me over this incident and my mother didn't. The police in Santa Barbara had me come into their office and speak to a counselor they had. The counselor told me not to feel afraid, that no one would spank me for talking to her. She asked me if Charley and I were ever beaten, or hurt in any other way. I, of course, knew that no one could stop my mother, so I lied repeatedly and said that my mother never hurt us or spanked us. The counselor talked to my mother then, I don't know what she said, but the upshot was that I was sent to live with Charley and my daddy in Warner Hot Springs-a resort my daddy was the chef at.
It was great living at Warner's. Charley and I went to an Indian school, we were on a reservation, and we had a year of Catholic Catechism as part of our instruction. I decided that I loved the Catholic Church, but my parents wouldn't let me be re-baptized. Anyway, eventually, Charley and I wound up at the Tijuana Race Track again, this time with dad. And yes, I immediately went looking for Ernest.
I found Ernest in a deserted part of the track. He was mad at me for getting him in trouble, but he took me in his arms and kissed me. He was rough, and then he put his hand up my skirts and touched my private parts. I got sick to my stomach and vomited. He ran away as fast as he could, and that was the end of that experience. I hated going to the tracks from that time on. I never told anyone.
In the 1950's there was not much said about sex, or how babies were born, and my mother would never talk to me about it. I never knew I would have a period and was frightened when I saw blood in my panties for the first time. I ran to my mother and asked her if I were dying. She got real angry and said, "didn't I have a box of napkins?" I didn't know what a box of napkins was. I thought napkins were for dinner tables. She went in her room and got me a box she had put up for me and came to my room, threw it at me, and said, "Figure out how to use them." Well I did my best, I scotch-taped the napkin to myself. It worked, but hurt.
You see, I had this lack of information problem. I thought that when two people got married, they went into their bedroom, sat in chairs facing one another, something hapened, and then the woman had a baby. I was seventeen and soon to know the truth about sex.
Tomorrow Ann meets a professional wrestler and is raped by him...
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 18.
Meanwhile, my mother had me on the phone and told me to hang up and go with the police when they found me, then she got off the line and called the police and told them where they could find me. About ten minutes later a police detective came up to me and showed me his badge and asked me if I knew how many people had been looking for me. Then he placed me in his police car and took me to Juvenile Hall. He didn'r put me in a cell, but had me sit in front of another detective. I sat in this chair and the detective never spoke to me, he just sat there and watched me, so I began to read my little Bible again. Suddenly he spoke, "so you ran away from home?"
"No I didn't," I said. "I am going to get married. My fiance is waiting for me at the Tijuana Race Track."
"No, you didn't run away from home, you just ran away from home to get married," the detective said. Then he was silent again. Just sat there and stared at me. He looked mad. Finally he spoke again, "you are real lucky we don't lock you up right now, but you have an uncle and an aunt who want to come and get you. Will you go with them?"
My uncle David and aunt Fanny were coming for me; I was overjoyed. They were my daddy's brother and his wife, and I loved them. After about two hours they came and rescued me from the mean detective.
I adored my aunt Fannie. She could read the situation and knew how my mother treated Charley and me. She told me that I could live with them forever if I wanted, that I never needed to talk to my mother again, or ever see her. Then she told me to take a bath and get ready for bed. I was in the tub, playing with this rubber ducky they had, when I heard my aunt on the phone to my mother telling her that I was not going to talk to her anymore, or see her again, if she had her way. I guess she shut my mother up. I know I slept well that night. In the morning aunt Fannie asked me to tell her what was going on, I loved this aunt and had always wanted her to be my mother, so I told her the story of Ernest and how I was going to marry him. Aunt Fannie told me to wait for a few years first and I agreed with her. I would have done anything for her.
Eventually, mother finally came and took me home, but aunt Fannie told her she'd better not beat me over this incident and my mother didn't. The police in Santa Barbara had me come into their office and speak to a counselor they had. The counselor told me not to feel afraid, that no one would spank me for talking to her. She asked me if Charley and I were ever beaten, or hurt in any other way. I, of course, knew that no one could stop my mother, so I lied repeatedly and said that my mother never hurt us or spanked us. The counselor talked to my mother then, I don't know what she said, but the upshot was that I was sent to live with Charley and my daddy in Warner Hot Springs-a resort my daddy was the chef at.
It was great living at Warner's. Charley and I went to an Indian school, we were on a reservation, and we had a year of Catholic Catechism as part of our instruction. I decided that I loved the Catholic Church, but my parents wouldn't let me be re-baptized. Anyway, eventually, Charley and I wound up at the Tijuana Race Track again, this time with dad. And yes, I immediately went looking for Ernest.
I found Ernest in a deserted part of the track. He was mad at me for getting him in trouble, but he took me in his arms and kissed me. He was rough, and then he put his hand up my skirts and touched my private parts. I got sick to my stomach and vomited. He ran away as fast as he could, and that was the end of that experience. I hated going to the tracks from that time on. I never told anyone.
In the 1950's there was not much said about sex, or how babies were born, and my mother would never talk to me about it. I never knew I would have a period and was frightened when I saw blood in my panties for the first time. I ran to my mother and asked her if I were dying. She got real angry and said, "didn't I have a box of napkins?" I didn't know what a box of napkins was. I thought napkins were for dinner tables. She went in her room and got me a box she had put up for me and came to my room, threw it at me, and said, "Figure out how to use them." Well I did my best, I scotch-taped the napkin to myself. It worked, but hurt.
You see, I had this lack of information problem. I thought that when two people got married, they went into their bedroom, sat in chairs facing one another, something hapened, and then the woman had a baby. I was seventeen and soon to know the truth about sex.
Tomorrow Ann meets a professional wrestler and is raped by him...
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