Everyone Has A Story, Here's One Of Mine

 

I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir, but it just never comes together for me, but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood and into adulthood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe, I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order; I'll just write them as they come to me.

Romeo

Trigger warning: There will be talk of assault, sexual harassment and lewd behavior with a minor.

I've had this story sitting in my drafts folder for a couple of years, not knowing if I would ever share this one or not. It was the hardest one to write.

When I was either 13 or 14, I am not sure which, but my brother, Billy was in elementary school and he would go back to the school after school and hang out with the security guard for the school, his name was Romeo. He showed my brother things around the school and since the guy was just in his 20's they talked guy stuff, I guess. I knew where to find my brother if I went looking for him. I only met Romeo a few times. One day when I went looking for my brother, Romeo told me he was waiting for him back in the office. He started walking that way and I just followed him.

Once we walked around the corner to the office, Romeo turned around really fast and pinned me up against the wall. He put his hand over my mouth and slapped me across the face. He told me that the office had sound and movement detectors and if I tried to move or scream, they would signal the police and he would tell them that I tried breaking into the office and I would be arrested. 

He grabbed my shirt and made me go over to the Principal's office door where he took his key and opened the door and pushed me inside. He told me only he knew where the motion detectors were not working and he made me sit on the couch and told me that if I got up the motion detectors would go off and I would go to jail. 

He pushed me down on the Principal's couch and pushed his hands inside my clothes. He assaulted me with hands and laughed when I cried. Then he abruptly got up, told me to fix my clothes and when I did, he pushed me out the office door and told me to run, which I did. I could hear him laughing as I ran home. 

My mom wasn't home when I got home so I just went in my room and stayed there. I never told anyone what happened until years later when I landed myself in a psychiatric hospital. There I was able to talk about what happened and finally get some help for the trauma I held for a long time. I'm not sure my mom would have done anything even if I had told her because at that time she was addicted to PCP and cocaine. I didn't tell my brother because he was younger than me and couldn't have done anything and I didn't think the guy was any danger to my brother at the time. I was a kid myself so I had no idea what to do, so I just tried to forget about it and stayed away from him after that. 

He saw me a couple of times when I waited for my brother after school and he tried waving me over to him and just laughed at me when I ignored him or walked the other way. But I made sure I was never alone with him again.