It was a bright sunny Saturday morning in the summer, my sister and I were trying to get a long list of chores done. We never had like a chore list of things to do except when we wanted to go some place or do something special. I don’t remember when it was arranged or by who but we were supposed to go swimming with a friend of my mothers. I had never met him before but I was excited to go and be in the water.
My sister did not get the things done that she was to do before leaving, so she did not get to go. When Billy got to our house i ran out to greet him and tell him that my sister could not go but I could. We left and went to a house and picked up two kids and then went to another house and got two more kids. Then we went to McDonalds for lunch and took it to the park and ate. When we were getting in the car to leave i shut the car door on the little girls fingers, I felt so bad that I cried too.
We got to the pool i went to the girls room and Billy took the kids to the boys room. I ran out to the pool and Billy stopped me and said "do you know how to swim?", no I said, so Billy got in and I got in and he carried me around the pool. My legs were wrapped around him and his hands were under my butt. I felt something strange, I thought to myself, he must be cold because his hands were shaking and his fingers were in my bathing suit. Next thing I remember, was we were by the baby pool and I had said "we couldn’t leave them here they might drown".
Then we were in his car alone and Billy grabbed my hand and pushed it down his swim trunks, I almost threw up, I don’t know why, it just felt that way. I pulled my hand back and grabbed a small bible on the floor of the car, I asked him do you believe in God? Billy said "yes more then you know". Next thing is back at the pool, I tried to stay with the little kids, I was afraid for them
and myself. I told him that I needed to get home before my dad came home, Billy said, "I thought you said it did not matter when you came home". I really got scared then, I did not want to stay but I did not want to get back in the car with him again.
Then we were finally going home (I thought) down the road of the pool, it was like a park on the out side, trees and green grass every place. Billy pulled over to the side of the road and parked, Billy told his kids to get out and play by the trees, so ofcourse I started to get out too. Billy told me to stay in the car so we could talk. I was not afraid for my life, I was afraid that I was in trouble for lying to him about needing to be home, I was wrong.
Billy looked at me and said do you have hair down there? I said down where? he looked down and then touched me between my legs and said there! I said I don’t know, Billy said, can I see?, I said I guess so. Billy got on the floor in front of me and pulled my bathing suit to the side and said, "no I guess you don’t", then he started having oral sex on me, I was frozen with fear and
confusion, at first it felt good then I got disgusted. Billy looked up at me and said "do you want a taste?" I said "no no" he came up to me and put his tongue in my mouth. I gagged and turned my head and said I need to go home now. Billy said I will take you home, don’t worry. Then he pulled on my legs real hard and next thing I know I was laying down in the seat with my knees in the air. I don’t know too much of what was going on but I looked up and out the widow and saw the little girl standing there and asking her daddy for something and Billy reached up and locked the door of the car I thought to myself, why isn’t she doing something about what he is doing to me. Then I
felt this pain that I had not ever felt before in my life. It was between my legs and it felt like someone was ripping me apart, like my skin was coming off my body all together. I felt something warm, like warm water or something. I remember, I felt like I could not breathe, like something was crushing my chest or pulling the air out of me. I felt very dizzy and light headed. I felt my soul coming out of my body, like I was dieing or I had died already.
I looked up and could see my self sitting in a tree that was in front of the car. I was so confused and didn’t understand what was going on at all. then I remember being very upset because my mom said I had to bring home my towel or I would get my ass busted. I was trying to clean up the car and my self and the red stuff just would not stop coming out of me and the towel was now red instead of white.
I don’t remember leaving but on the way home, Billy was talking about what happens to animals when they tell people things, but I don’t remember what it was that he said. I know I threw up again and looked at the running water in the stream as we past it. When I got home I went to my room, next thing I see is this same man in my room kissing my sisters friend and Billy had his hand up her shirt. I thought to myself, is this supposed to happen to people?, my sister came in to my room hours later and asked me what was wrong, I said that nothing was wrong and that I just did not feel good. I did not leave my room for three days I think, it could have been longer but I don’t remember anything after the three days, I think I was out of it for months, I don’t remember much for about a year or so.
Then two years after the fact, I was at school and going to the bathroom with a friend and saw Billy, standing there in front of me with three kids. I went crazy, I ran in the bathroom and hid in the corner. My friend went and got the Principle and he made me come out and go to the counselors office. When I came out the man was gone but I was still scared. the counselor put me in some type of trance and when I woke up, I felt better and then I went home.
The next day walking home from school I heard a car going slow beside me and I looked over in slow motion like I knew what was there, it was a long gun pointed at me and at the end of it was him again. I ran home so fast, this went on for about two weeks or so. I got so scared that one day after school I came home and told my mom and dad that I needed to talk to them about something.
It was a Monday so my mom and dad were both home and a good family friend Gary. I don’t remember what I said but, I know that it was very hard to talk about because I was not sure what had happened. My mother said "now why would you say a thing like that!" and my dad said "were do you get things like that, don’t you ever talk like again!", Gary just said "That son of a bitch!" and
ran out the door and the new screen door was on the porch. He never did find him but he did not say anything after that. I do not remember much after that day about the whole thing.
Darcy Griggs Callies (37 yrs old)