pardon my random warbeling, but i really need some advice....
Way back in 2005, around10 months before i met ListerD, I had a MASIVE falling out with my Dad, and ran away from home.So where would you go in such a situation? Best mates house, maybe??
This is what I did, as I figured it would be for the best, as I was 3/4 way through a joinery appreniceship, and did not want to give it up. Hence I had to stay in the local area.
My 21st birthday came a few days later, and i was really upset, as it was my first birthday without my family...and quite an important one at that. I mean, your 21st? who wants that ruined?? A couple of days later, my mate was away at her boyfriends, and her Dad offered to take me into town, to stop me moaping about the farmhouse...which seemed fair enouh, i needed the cheering up. I totally trusted him, as I'd known her since day 1 of primary school, and her Dad had let us stay over loads of times through the years.
We went to town that evening, and met up with some of his mates, then went to a couple of pubs. With hinesite, i can see he was trying to get me drunk, then take me to his mates place, but i didnt realise at the time. he kissed me in the back of his mates car, and tryed to get me to share the sofa at his mates...but i refused point blank.
The morning eventually came, and we left(i was dependant on him to get back, as i had no money, no fone, nothing)to go back to his farm. When we got back, he took me upstairs, and "had a shot". I felt so horrible. I had never had sex before. I bled on his bed, and he asked me what was the matter? I was too scared to move, or say anything. I was to scared even to cry, or run.
Unfortunatly I wasnt in a position to go home either, thanks to my dads antics.I felt so scared, and trapped. I couldnt go home, I didnt want to stay at the farm, I couldnt simply run away(I'd lose my job and never get to serve my time), so I tryed the local council office in the town whre I worked. I told them I was homeless, what could they do? They put me on a list, and told me i wasnt priority. I was made to stay at the farm. I was too numb to tell them what had happened...to afraid of what "they would think". I tryed going in to their offices every other day(as often as i could, without losing my job), i tryed telling them that Id sleep on their office floor if the didnt give me a place to go. Still I got no-where. I had no-where to go, so i just had to stay at the farm. it was horrible. Every day I cycled 10miles to work, and 10 miles back...knowing he'd be there "waiting" for me when i got back. It felt like vultures circling a dying cow..you just knew what was coming-- and it wasnt good. Most nights after I got home, Id have a wash, some supper, and watch TV, then he'd take me to bed later on. Id wake up in the morning, jump on my bike and away to work.
This went on for almost 5 months...purely because i had NO-WHERE else to go. I was too scared to tell anyone. I couldnt speak to anyone at work, a joinery workshops full of men...and men werent exactly the flavour of the month at the time...if you catch my drift. I couldnt tell my parents, as they were the reason i left in the first place. In the whole time I was at the farm, all the council could come up with was a flat in Montrose( thats 30miles away directly, with no public transport from there to work, so Id have to leave my job, and sign on... makes a shed load of sense, huh?)