My mother’s best friend turned out to also be her dealer. They did a lot of drugs together, so there was a lot of sneaking off into the backroom.
I’m not sure what happened with the little trailer behind the store, but we ended up moving in with mom’s best friend (May). She had two children as well, and as I was the most mature, I watched the kids.
They partied a LOT, so we were most often home alone. I was 13 by then, so I guess that is a legal babysitting age. Ultimately, we ended up finding ourselves in some trouble from time to time. I guess this happens when two 13-year-olds and a 10-year-old have nothing to do.
They would leave us pizza money when they took off, so we could order delivery, and sometimes there were groceries. We used to walk about a mile and a half to the local convenience store and buy drinks or snacks as well.
This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read Four-year-old and Mother Survive Bludgeoning by River Rock, or go to the Childhood category and start at the bottom.
One night, a kid that rode Jace and I’s bus showed up at the door- pretty late at night. He wanted to talk to Jace, who followed him out onto the porch for some whispered conversation. When Jace came back in alone, I asked what was going on and Jace said nothing then proceeded to go into his room and shut and lock the door. I heard some noise, and being the babysitter, I pounded on the door asking again what was going on??? Jace kept telling me nothing and wouldn’t open the door.
I finally gave up and went to bed.
The next day, Jace was again going into his room and shutting the door and acting very suspicious.
I eventually found out that this kid and his girlfriend (both around 14) had run away from home (because their families didn’t approve of their relationship), and they had been in his room since the guy showed up on our doorstep.
I threw the typical fit and demanded that they leave, but they begged me to let them stay until they could figure something out. I guess 13-year-olds have bad judgment because Jace and I ended up deciding to hide them out. (Luckily, his 10-year-old sister was away at her Dad’s for the Summer, so she was not involved.)
The couple stayed at our house for close to three weeks. Our mothers, who were rarely around, did not notice. When they were home, the couple hid in Jace’s closet. If the moms were home for an extended period of time, the couple stayed out in the barn behind the house until they left.
Two 13-year-old kids managed to house and feed this teenage couple for weeks while their drug-fueled mothers did not notice.
Mom and May left their car keys on a hook in the kitchen. One day the couple wanted to go to the store, but not risk getting seen from the walk. So, they asked to take my mother’s Firebird, and being the responsible child that I was, I insisted on driving us. No, I did not wreck (my guardian angel again), but the clerk did recognize the runaways and take down my tag number…so about ten minutes after we returned home, a cop was at the door. Of course, he asked for a parent, but none were available. He started questioning me about the runaways. I told them that no one was at the house. They warned me about harboring runaways and how much trouble that we could be in. I insisted that they were not there. Eventually, the officers wanted to search the house. I didn’t know what else to do at that point, so I let them.
The couple escaped through the window and into the woods. They were, however, ultimately found.
I thought that I had gotten away scot-free. To prove a point I suppose, the officer came back another day that my mother was home and told her the whole story. My mother gave me a look, but I never heard a word after that.
The couple married, years later, and had six kids. The man became a preacher, and they are still happily married to this day.
What I still find shocking is how it was possible to hide these two people for this long of a period with our mothers not noticing??? I guess that shows how much attention they were paying to us…
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