I grew up in what was a loving family at one time. Somewhere along the way, my parents no longer saw eye to eye. At sixteen years old, I wanted out of my house. The fighting was too much to take. The only way to get out was to get a job, save money, and move to my own place. I also needed a car to get to work, and my dad gave me one of his old cars. It was not beautiful, but it worked and was safe. My parents told me I co...

Part 2 This is part 2 of 4 of this novel. Much of this story is true, as told to me by a long-time friend I believe in and trust. This second part takes off where part one left off. I went home that night after getting off work and tried to recreate what had happened to me in my mind. I could not understand why JR was so mad at me for uncovering the silhouette of that woman's face. What Harold, the head chef, told me abou...

This is the third part of this series. Much of this story is true, as told to me by a long-time friend I believe in and trust. Part three begins with the last sentence from part two. ................... He returned, sipped coffee, and said, "Hold on to your apron. What I am about to tell you may scare the shit out of you." I said, "Okay, tell me. What is the big deal?" Harold said, "That flush you heard, I have heard many...

I was lucky my parents were not home. There was not much they could do about it, as I have now graduated and was eighteen. I did not want to cause more problems. They already had enough. Most of the next day, I spent time thinking about Jason and how we made love. I thought I might be falling in love with him, but after my last boyfriend, I would not give my heart away easily. That afternoon, Jason called me and said, "He...