What was he doing with her? Who the hell was she? How long had it been going on for? I tortured myself with questions and tears ran down my face. I fe...t a hand on my shoulder and I heard, “Bunny, what’s up, why the tears?” It was Salt. I hadn't heard him come in. I turned to face him and my eyes were full of tears, his face out of focus. I sobbed loudly and he again asked, “What’s wrong? What's happened?” I could not speak. No matter how hard I tried, no words would come out of my mouth. Salt. In the distance he could see someone moving towards him. Hiding was no use to him now, he had to either make a run for it or face down the person approaching him. ‘Please I need help, my mother is hurt. She crashed our car, please help me.’ Watching the person continue to approach him Manuel realized just how small the person was approaching him. It was a boy, a small boy maybe ten or eleven years old. When the boy waved to him Manuel started moving toward him. ‘It’s my mother she’s still in. I saw Austin make eye contact with Wade, and they nodded at each other. Immediately, another hand was rubbing against my thigh, and fingering the hem of my skirt. I reached behind, and gave a little squeeze of approval to each boy's upper leg. "This is your house, Loren, where can we go for a little privacy?" Austin spoke close to my ear, as the music and talk was getting louder by the minute."I don't know," I said. "My room is upstairs, but I've got three roommates."As if on cue Alex's. By the time I reached seventeen, Richard was twenty and Parker was five years older than that. Many times he cornered me, touching me all over. I was beginning to hate even coming home and would make up excuses to stay somewhere else. Pretty soon Gerald had argued with my mother about me always being gone and he even slapped her several times. I was the only one there and next thing I knew, I was told I needed to be home unless I was at school. I swore at him for hitting my mom and I started.