After a couple weeks of them walking around the apartment half nude or nude . I needed a break from it all . Strange I guess because some men or young men would of loved it . Unfortunately it was causing many confusing thoughts in my head , from this is not right , to suicidal ones . I knew my 16th b day was around the corner , I just needed to be alone for now . While Amy and Lina were out at the store , I asked Jodi To come in the kitchen for a minute . She said ok one second , finally she came in . I told her the truth I cared about her , yet had no idea what love is or sex , And I was leaving for awhile . How long I didn’t know . Yet i told her where i would be in the park , not the same bench as always ,A different more secluded spot . Because Nyc was at a violent point and ready to explode you could see it and feel it . She cried for a few minutes and said she needed me . I said no Jodi you need you , before you can feel anything in your heart , And I told her if she ever brought the others to that spot I was going to They would never see me again . I took a fast shower and left . Most cloths were left behind know sense taking them I would just be jumped for them . I had my money so i could eat smoke and drink .Jodi yelled out if your caught your a run away , I said i remember . That night at my new spot I just drank was deep on thought and was crying , and wondering if this is life why live . I used to hear adults say life is confusing and can hit hard when you don’t expect it . In my mind i was like really it gets worse or could because I was a teen not and adult , i didn’t want anymore confusion , it was like an all you can eat dinner of bad emotions trying to figure out , my life , where i am headed , whats next . How To break this damn cycle . Jodi came once every day or two , bringing me food and to sit and talk . Except for what she said about her dad , She honestly was the smart one . we would talk for awhile sometimes kiss and some very minor fooling around . Than she would start to say the the l word , and i told her not to say it . That night which was about a week after i left apartment , and i was drunk out of my mind , there were numerous fights in the park . Why i had no idea .I tried to stay in my spot and just kept drinking . Than I heard a lady and man fighting , I was like do i check and make sure she is ok , or just keep drinking . Like a young stupid teen i followed the noise , It was some lady and think her guy exchanging punches , My mind was lost drunk and confused on this fight . I yelled to the lady you ok , the guy said f u and none of your business you bitch . I said f u to you bitch and walked back to my place in the park .They must of been ok because a few followed me back to where i was yet i didn’t know it . So could of been one did and called friends I really don’t know . I drank till i passed out , not sleeping passed out out like i was knocked out .You will have to bare with me here because I really don’t remember much from night till morning . All I know is I woke up in a lot of pain tried to open my eyes , they barely opened . My nose Was gashing blood , my ribs were killing me and my shirt was ripped off and on the ground . Could i tell you who did it or how many , no i drank so much night before honestly never felt it till i woke up . The only place i knew to go and get cleaned up was the apartment .So i stumbled ore than usual down the street , people stared not one asking if i was ok . Finally made it to the building ,and collapsed on the stairs . The girls saw a crowd around me as the Nyc police showed up .I was never taken to an er or anything straight to this small station mainly built with bricks , it smelled like mildew and cigarettes , and i was taken to the juvenile detective . he asked my name , where i lived , how old i was and where i was from . I told him my name and i was a runaway from Rochester NY . He said yeah sure whats your moms name i told him whats here phone number told him that to . Than i said listen mr cop yes i was mad . you think i can clean up some . He said after he checked out my moms name and phone number . After a bout an hour , he came back said yes you can clean up some , than you go into a cell till state troopers get here . I was in a lot of pain not sure why troopers were coming but at least got blood of my head , face , chest , and arms and hands . net part my trip to hell as i head home
Well Mitch, it seems to be moving faster now as you get more into the story. I look forward to the next chapter, where you go after this part. Thank you for sharing like this. I'm sure it is a two-edged sword. Hard to talk about because of the pain, but the other side, easy to talk about because you are dealing with so much pain and getting rid of it. hugs and peace, dear Mitch.
It is hard in many different ways C.J . Then next part , In advance , Is most likely what screwed me up the most . Once you read it you will understand . Yet I really didn't know what drs did to me at that point was illegal .Until I saw a special on pbs about 6 years ago on the Thorazine experiment on teens . It was made illegal way before i was on it . hugs and peace to you c j . thanks for reading my post
Hi Armand . They never asked me if i was beaten , not that i could even describe anyone .I was out like a light from to much drinking , unless the first hit knocked me out I knew nothing till morning . In my case at that point yes I wanted to live, yet at other times not so much . I just kept thinking about my dad , and he never gave up until the end . So yes endurance i guess or dad looking over me . peace to you Armand
Man, you lived such a fast life at such a young age. I am sorry that that happened to you. I really feel bad for you. I wonder why the cop did not believe that you were a runaway. He must have known all the local runaways or something. I am surprised they did not take you to see a doctor either. You were all bloodied there could have been something wrong with you, medically.
At that point in time , Not sure cops rally cared . Many came and left hurt , because of so many fights . With me they might of thought he passed out from drinking and hurt himself . I will never know . As for not believing I was a run away I think 2 things played into that 1 Even though i passed out i seemed to know where i was headed 2 the amount of money i still had on me . Thanks for reading it . Lique hugs and peace
Oh, Mitch. I had a small hope your life would improve a little having a safe place, as safe as you’d ever had, with the girls. I’m sad I was so wrong. With each story your courage evolves, but I am afraid to read the next part based on your hints. ❤️
Well Mitch, it seems to be moving faster now as you get more into the story. I look forward to the next chapter, where you go after this part. Thank you for sharing like this. I'm sure it is a two-edged sword. Hard to talk about because of the pain, but the other side, easy to talk about because you are dealing with so much pain and getting rid of it. hugs and peace, dear Mitch.
It is hard in many different ways C.J . Then next part , In advance , Is most likely what screwed me up the most . Once you read it you will understand . Yet I really didn't know what drs did to me at that point was illegal .Until I saw a special on pbs about 6 years ago on the Thorazine experiment on teens . It was made illegal way before i was on it . hugs and peace to you c j . thanks for reading my post
Mitch: You showed wisdom in telling Jodi, she did not need another, she needed to look inwardly.
You were beginning to acquire wisdom.
You tried to rescue a woman in trouble with an abuser in Central Park, only, in your alcoholic unconscious state, to be battered severely yourself.
And then, no help to the 15-year-old, not even from the police, but only confinement, and checking your legal status.
I bet the cops had few questions about the brutes that battered you! Probably none. Not that you personally could have answered questions.
My goodness, you have real endurance to survive those ordeals.
You have my admiration in overcoming monstruous trauma to grow into a strong person with compassion towards others!
Hi Armand . They never asked me if i was beaten , not that i could even describe anyone .I was out like a light from to much drinking , unless the first hit knocked me out I knew nothing till morning . In my case at that point yes I wanted to live, yet at other times not so much . I just kept thinking about my dad , and he never gave up until the end . So yes endurance i guess or dad looking over me . peace to you Armand
Man, you lived such a fast life at such a young age. I am sorry that that happened to you. I really feel bad for you. I wonder why the cop did not believe that you were a runaway. He must have known all the local runaways or something. I am surprised they did not take you to see a doctor either. You were all bloodied there could have been something wrong with you, medically.
At that point in time , Not sure cops rally cared . Many came and left hurt , because of so many fights . With me they might of thought he passed out from drinking and hurt himself . I will never know . As for not believing I was a run away I think 2 things played into that 1 Even though i passed out i seemed to know where i was headed 2 the amount of money i still had on me . Thanks for reading it . Lique hugs and peace
Anytime.
Oh, Mitch. I had a small hope your life would improve a little having a safe place, as safe as you’d ever had, with the girls. I’m sad I was so wrong. With each story your courage evolves, but I am afraid to read the next part based on your hints. ❤️
Hi Wendy . I will make next part as short as possible . Thanks for reading my story , hugs and peace to you
I'm waiting for part 16.