Technically, she worked for my dad, which had always been Kendal’s excuse. My uncle had made it clear where his loyalties were, and I didn’t want ...o get my grandmother involved in something like this.Frankly, I needed a third party who didn’t have a dog in this fight to help me figure out what to do.As I pounded down the sidewalk towards my house, I dropped out of the zone when I saw a woman with two girls and a boy standing by the drive. When they saw me, they blocked my path down the. "She wanted to know what people would think," I said."And what did you tell her?" She never gave me a chance to say anything." I smiled. "Parents are like that. They ask all kinds of questions that they don't really let you answer." So... what do you think people will think?" She had "that look" on her face again."How am I supposed to know?" I asked. "Why would people think anything at all?"She cocked her head at me, like the muscles in her neck went weak all of a sudden, and her head just fell. Take them downstairs,.do what you want. Im…just not dealing with this right now. Ian shook his head and walked to the door. He stopped to punch me in the face. You are such a perv,..all 3 of you. You want her, take her. And I dont wanna hear another word about it. I heard Mrs. J scream at him when he punched me. I staggered down the basement steps with Jack right behind me. Mrs. J was cursing like a sailor as Ronnie forced her down the steps too. I will not be raped in my own house, this is. After a childhood of ever-increasing abuse at the hands of her mother’s parade of “uncles,” Corrine finally found the courage to run away and never looked back. The streets were a step up for her after the suffering at hands of her tormentors. At least on the street she got paid for what those men took from her at home.Satisfied that he wasn’t coming back, Corrine calmly walked back into her apartment, locked the door and sank down on the broken couch to weep. Her tears were silent and.