Growing up fast with drinking parents

You have to understand that my Mom was half the age my Dad was. When I was born he was 45 years old and my Mom was 21. He had always been a drinker, and wanted Mom to go out with him and have a good time. She was pretty and he loved to brag that he had the youngest and the prettiest wife there. It always ended up with them coming home and fighting. Mostly verbal, sometimes it would lead to broken beer bottles over the head and beer and blood and cries of pain and screaming. Us kids would hide under the covers and cover our ears and hope for the best. It got to where my parents would bring their 'friends' home with them, and keep on partying, and me being the little waitress would fetch the beer or coke and ice. Well, I soon learned to hate it. I was always fending the men's hands off me. They would just love to lean over and whisper in my ear what a big girl I was and how they bet it would take a a strong man to tame me!! I was 12 or 13 and I really didn't know what they were talking about, but I knew I didn't want to know either! The men that my parents entertained always had that 'look' in their eyes and such a stupid grin on their faces. To this day I hate the smell of beer.

When I was going to be in the fifth grade, the summer before school. The twist was a big hit and everybody was doing the Twist. I got real good at it. As I loved to dance. Well one night us kids were left at home while my parents were out at the bars as usual. My Dad came home told me to get dressed up that he was going to take me with him back to the bar. Seems there was an argument about how good I was at dancing or maybe it was how the twist should be done. I was going to be Daddys little darlin'. I did as I was told and got into my fullest dress and put as many starched can-can's (slips) as I could get on to make it stand out as full as I could and went with my Dad. We got there and someone put money in the juke box and Daddy picked me up and put me on the bar to dance. I was so scared. Everyone was watching me and waiting for me to dance. I had no choice. I forgot the people and listened to the music and started to do the Twist. Of course I was a hit, they all loved me and what I could do. My first time dancing in a bar. I was all of nine years old then.

Then one night my parents brought home a couple that were from California. They seemed nice enough, but they still drank. Well before too long my parents and the new couple were as close as could be, always staying at my home and it wasn't as bad as some of the others. One day the man (I will not use names here) showed up and said that my mom and dad and his wife were to meet him there soon. He started talking to me and ask me if I knew how to drive. I said no and he ask me if I wanted to learn. Sure, I did! So off we went, me behind the wheel and him telling me what to do. He had me drive down the highway no turning or anything.

If someone honked at us he would yell hey she is learning. All the time he would be telling me to keep it straight and that not to go to fast(he wouldn't let me drive over 35 mph)that even a baby had to learn to crawl before they could walk or run. I was having the best time of my life. I was driving a car for the first time and an adult was not yelling at me or pawing at me. We drove and drove it seemed like forever. I don't remember when he said it was getting late and that we needed to return home, but we did.

I was so proud of myself and boy was I going to lord it over my brothers that I got to drive a car all by myself.We pulled in and Mom and Dad and his wife were waiting for us. His wife started in on him even before we got stopped and had jumped in the car and told him to take her home. He kept telling his wife as they drove away that nothing happened, that he was just teaching me how to drive. I kinda understood what the others were so upset about. But go figure, I was as safe as could be with him away from my parents, and they were ready to shoot him on the spot! I told them that nothing had happened and that I had fun driving. If they had been just as protective with me at their own home. They just couldn't see. My bubble was busted that day. It ended with a sour note. One of the few men to treat me as a person, not a sex object to lust after.

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