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save time, my mother and my eight year old brother stayed behind to check baby stuff in one of the stands closest to the food court, right in the middle of the place; because my brother was older, he’d been assigned the role of “man of the house” while my father took care of his shopping; this left me under the care of my father.

My father took me to check the tools stand that was located at the opposite end of that row. As expected and despite my mother warning him several times that morning, NOT to let go of my hand as he’d done the previous week ( I’d gotten lost inside a department store because he got distracted ), he let go of my hand as soon as a young lady asked if she could help him with anything; he pointed to a toolbox that had caught his eye and he went around the table as she offered to open it so he could check out the tools inside.

When I felt bored just standing there, I turned around to see if my mother was still checking the baby stuff, thinking that I could perhaps go with her instead of staying there and looking at boring stuff, but I didn’t see her or my brother. I stayed on the same spot, waiting, because I’d been told the week before to stay where I was so it would be easier to find me if my father forgot about me.

As time dragged on without my father checking up on me, I realized that he wasn’t going to come back; I looked around but he was nowhere in sight. The young lady was there but she was now talking to another man. I waited a while longer thinking that perhaps he’d gone to the van beside the stand to check out any other tools kept in there. I was feeling increasingly scared by then, so I took a few steps into the stand and called out for my father. He wasn’t there anymore.

Figuring that he’d forgotten all about me again, I walked back to the stand where my mother and brother had been but they were no longer there. I began walking around, looking for them but I couldn’t see them in any of the stands that I passed; to make things worse, that day the swap meet was packed, so it was hard to see them with all the adults towering around me.

To this day I don’t know how I managed to stay calm and find my way to the side entrance, where my father had parked the car.

Before I continue I need to say that even though I’m a girl, my parents often dressed me in some of the clothes that no longer fit my older brother; this wasn’t due to some crazy belief or anything of that sort, it was only that we were kinda poor and it was cheaper to have their daughter wear their eldest son’s clothes sometimes while they saved up to get me girl clothes.

That day I was wearing some denim overalls, a white t-shirt with yellow lines on the sleeves and chest and a pair of brown oxfords instead of my usual mary janes. My hair, due to it being so curly and untameable was kept somewhat short, so I was often mistaken for a boy.

I was waiting by the entrance, watching the people that were leaving, when a Hispanic woman in her thirties or forties made a beeline towards me; she began to act overly dramatic, calling me to her in an annoyingly sweet voice. She tried to pull me into her arms and kiss me a couple of times but I turned away and clung to the metal pole that was behind me.

It’s important to note that I’ve never been a people person, so touchy feely people always made me feel the most uneasy; another thing worth mentioning is that whenever I felt scared or threatened I immediately went into fighting mode.

At that moment, feeling scared out of my mind by the woman’s antics, I began to push her away and scream “Go away!” and “Don’t touch me!” to stop her from grabbing me or picking me up as she was attempting to do. People stopped and stared but did nothing to stop her or help me; she turned to them and told them in broken English that “I was throwing a fit” or something along those lines, which was apparently enough for them.

At this point I was sure that no one would take the time to help me, which made me think that I had to get out of this on my own. I began to act more aggressively, screaming louder to try and get any attention.

The woman then yanked me away from the pole and tried to pull me towards the parking lot; this is when I began to bite and kick, calling for my mother and father, as loudly as I could. This is when an elderly couple rushed to me, asking:

“Darling, are you alright?” “What is the matter?”

I told them she wasn’t my mother and that she wanted to take me somewhere I didn’t want to go. The old man picked me up as the old lady left to call security. The woman kept trying to pull me by my clothes and legs, but he held me tightly; two younger men finally walked over and restrained her. I remember the old man wearing a cap with an eagle and flags on it, so I asked him what the eagle meant, he began to tell me all about it, ignoring the crazy woman who was still screaming like a banshee.

Mr. Ralph was telling me all about the medals he’d won during the war, when I heard my mother calling me, almost out of breath, somewhere behind us; I saw her rushing to us, dragging my brother along. Mr. Ralph put me down and explained everything to her.

It took my father a long while to show up, popping out of nowhere, turning as white as a ghost when he saw the police officers talking to my mother and the elderly couple. My mother was furious and gave him quite an earful for being an irresponsible shit again. My parents thanked them and the officers for their help and we left the swap meet.

The crazy Hispanic woman was put into a patrol car and taken into custody. I’m forever grateful to Mrs. Dottie and Mr. Ralph.

Crazy Hispanic woman, even though it’s been years since this happened, let’s NEVER met again.

Devil Incarnate Grandmother and Psycho Rednecks

by Dromaeosaurid

 

 

Hi. This is my first time posting here. I'm not a very good writer and not very good at explaining things but I really wanted to share. Sorry if this is so long but so much shit has happened to me hahah.

(some context, Kieran lived up in the sticks so I'm referring to him as a redneck in the title)

 

A while ago, me and my Mom, Elize, had just gotten out of a harsh situation. At the time I was a 9 year old Girl (although currently I am making progress towards feeling comfortable in my own skin and transitioning) and my mom was looking to start dating again. After a while, she had met someone, I did not mind him, and eventually we moved in with the guy. Kieran, my moms new boyfriend, quickly started to be a creep... (I have to provide y'all with a backstory first so things make sense so bear with me!!) he started doing stupid shit. When we we're setting up our christmas tree he was purposely knocking down and destroying some of my moms antique bulbs. Later that night... sitting on the couch he told me that him and my mom "aren't compatible". in front of her, and my mom around here starts thinking 'oh shit'. Either way life goes on.

 

Things with Kieran get worse. His behavior slowly starts to get extreme. He fought with my mom a lot, for no reason. I was now 10 around this time. One night I found him in the garage sifting around in my moms car, he told me he was looking for "headache medicine" when I caught him. But my gut told me he wasn't. Not long after that incident I found him in her office rummaging through her purse. I asked him what he was doing, he gave me the same excuse. But I still knew he was lying.

 

More time passed. I was about 11 now. I would sometimes be under my bed, Kieran spent a lot of time in the basement. One day I could hear him through the vent on my floor under my bed, talking on the phone to my Grandmother Beth. I accidentally moved and made a noise against the vent, which he heard from the basement. He went silent. And stayed silent for a long time. Eventually I left my room and went outside out of fear of him confronting me. Things only got worse.

 

Kieran had a friend name Tim. I got pedo vibes from the guy, and got vibes that he was generally shady as fuck. I never really trusted him. One night I was standing on the porch, and I heard someone step on the driveway. We had a LOT of animals in the area and a Coyote pack that howled every night but I knew the difference between a human step and an animal. I went inside. I haven't stopped believing it was Tim.

 

Later I had one of my BFFs over, we were walking around in the woods. Acting like we were hunting for dragons. It was fun. Until we had come to this one part of the yard. It was a small clearing surrounded by the dense forest that the property was on. Suddenly two figures speed past me and my BFF, we were both terrified. And we both knew they were people. Kieran was nowhere to be found in the house. I don't know why the fuck him and his creeper friend were running around in the woods. This was a normal occurance anyways. He would stalk me and my mother from the forest. He would literally stand in the pool we had set up in the yard and stare into the house at us. My mother always felt him watching and so did I. He would be a creeper up close.. often coming into the bathroom when I was naked and taking a bath, giving no warning before entering. He'd make an excuse for why he was in there, look at me, and then leave.

 

Kieran did not stop being a fucking psycho. He accused my mom of being a waster, and so she spitefully took a half full gallon of milk and started pouring it down the drain. Kieran lost his shit and violently grabbed her by the wrists and started hitting her. I was trembling watching it and screaming that I was going to call 911, I had the phone in hand. Mom told me to go to my room, she later came to me and urged me not to call. She had her reasons and I understood, the cops wouldn't do shit for

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