Look at my dad, for instance. He spent the years of his youth stoned out of his mind, wandering the country playing guitar and leaving his life pretty...much up to fortune. I didn't think fate would smile on the same family twice, so I had to build a life for myself from the ground up. My own college plans were settled, more or less. I'd be going to UGA, band scholarship, majoring in music. Music was my life. I guess it runs in the genes. Brad, talented sax player and moderately good pianist that. We were so comfortable together it seemed as if we'd known each other for years. They made me feel so at home. Their names were Jane and Mark.As the evening drew on we decided to go to the local club. We didn't drink much as we wanted to remember the night. I asked Mark if I could have a dance with Jane and we both walked up to the dancefloor. She was wearing really slutty clothes; stockings, thigh high boots, micro miniskirt, g-string and a see through top. Many times she grinded against my. She jumped past me and ran to the bathroom, kicking in that door.The man smiled at me and shot out a round house kick that I dodged by bending backwards and falling onto the bed. My feet came up and I grabbed the short blade I keep in my boot. He shot a punch at me that I stopped with a stab of the knife in his tricep.He swore a blue streak and whipped that knife out of my hand with another kick from nowhere. He gave me a cruel little smile and shot another foot out that I couldn't deflect. He was free to roam all over and his parents never worried. One of his favorite places to go was the swimming hole in a creek about a mile away in the middle of the mile section. It was a small creek most spots were a mere inches deep, but there was one spot right after a bend that washed out to 10 ft deep. The ridge above the spot was 15 ft above the water. On the inside of the bend was a sand bank that stayed dry unless the creek was flooded. Tommy had just turned 18 this spring and was going.