I had to get awayfrom those people. They had started something long before I was born,yet it seemed that I, instead of my dad and a bad law was the ce...ter ofeveryone's attention. I went down the street, not really paying anyattention, just walking to get away from all of the tension in ourhouse. I blamed my grandparents for everything that had happened, and Ihad good reason to feel that way. People were outside, mowing the lawn,washing their cars, whatever, but I ignored all of that. I didn't. When he had asked her to say more about herself, she just said she wasn´t ready, and that was okay. They stayed up till six am listening to Michael Jackson, and Guns ´N Roses, but they never got to use that condom. She had forgotten what effect cocaine has on a man´s erectile abilities. That was one of the reasons she had been so angry at Mickey. They had hardly touched each other in two weeks, and he was going to be doing coke all night. She had been thinking about that night for two weeks,. It was my gorgeous creature and to say it shocked me is a great understatement. She continued, “That’s my fucking boyfriend you bitch!” He then stepped in and told her to be quiet. She was still infuriated and said I’d tried to get off with her and was now moving onto her boyfriend because she’d turned me down. I explained it wasn’t true and that I didn’t know it was her boyfriend, but she wasn’t having any of it and continued to rant and rage. He intervened again telling her that we were. Why go to your sister's?" I asked. Beth Parker wasthree school years older than us, and had already flown the nest to livein the bright lights of the city centre. She was like an exotic creature,rare and dangerous looking, strewn in tattoos, piercings and studdedjackets. Fiery red hair, sexy as hell, and she scared the absolute shitout of me. She stopped being part of the Robson/Parker family outingssome time ago, her appearances back home fleeting and rare."Because she can get us in to bars.