Wow, it's summertime, I'm 18, and having the time of my life!
Well, that is mostly true. I was working full time at the bank, had the boyfriend, and everything was pretty free and easy, as they say.
So, I continued to go with my friends often enough. We'd mostly go to the one place we liked best, but would sometimes head on down to another dance club, but we didn't really like to go that far when some of us (or all of us) had been drinking. Even with our savior DD.
And, many times, I would see that creep come in, or go prancing his 'little man image' up to the bar and just sit there like a toad, along with his toad friend. I really did feel intimidated, but I didn't want my friends to know. I was pretty sure they already did, but I didn't want to mention it, or ever have anyone talk about it.
There was another sort of 'dive' bar just on the outskirts of town that we'd hit once in awhile, and one night my girlfriends and I decided to go there, and meet up with some other people. For some reason, though, I drove there by myself, and met everybody there. The bar was busy, there was loud music, of course, and the place was packed. There was no place to sit, but we didn't care. We stood around, drinking our beer, laughing, and having a good time. If you went someplace without a date, and there was nobody to dance with, it was perfectly fine for girls to just dance with their girlfriends. We did a lot of that. I know, I know...it's corny, but I LOVED disco music...we all did. And, we never missed a chance to get out there and bump to our favorite songs.
After some time, probably about an hour, a couple of us were heading to the rest room. (oh, that beer, you know) I was the last one in our little 'duckling line', on the way to the bathroom, past the bar area, and as we were going past the bar stools, someone grabbed me around my waste and pulled me right in to him. God, I was face to face, (or his stupid laughing face to my chest, was more like it) with the dirty little man. And, that stupid grinning and giggling. I was embarrassed as hell, and was trying to wiggle away, when the boyfriend of an acquaintance was coming behind me, took my arm and led me away from him. I can't remember his name, but I was grateful, I can tell you that.
We stayed for quite awhile, and were getting ready to go. Because the parking lot was full, I had parked quite a bit away from my friends. But, it was safe, and a girl didn't really have to worry about walking to her car alone. We were going to meet up at a pizza place, as we often did, before going home. I unlocked my car, got in, and all of a sudden, there he was. Sprawled over the hood of my car, looking in the windshield at me. He reminded me of a marionette, just sort of laying limp like that. Aaaaand, he wasn't moving. He was just going to stay there. I didn't see his ass-hat friend anywhere, but I didn't see him in the bar, either, so I was hoping he just wasn't around. One of them was bad enough.
So, he's trying to persuade me to take him for a ride. Seriously? And, I'm trying to persuade him to get the hell off of my car. Finally, I got out of my car, went to the front, and actually pushed him, until he just slid right off. I kept my '72 Olds Cutless shined up and waxed to the max. I didn't know he'd slide off like he did, but once he hit the dirt, I got in my car and I left him there. (I am patting myself on the back right now) and, if he dented my car AT ALL, I would have kicked the snot out of him right there...but he didn't.
I didn't see him again at all, for months.
The place I lived in wasn't fancy, but I could afford it. It was just a mobile home, but I didn't care. I wanted to be independent, of course. Who didn't? All of my friends that I partied with after graduation had gone to college by now. I didn't go off to school, but stayed in our little town and worked at the bank. I wasn't supposed to have a dog there, but I DID have one, and someone that knew the owner of the home vouched for me, and told me he'd deal with it himself, so...all was good. This was late fall the same year I got out of school.
I was seeing the guy regularly whom I was dating, and since most of my friends had gone away, I didn't go out like I had done in the summer.
This guy was a real outdoorsman. So, I was learning to fish, and even how to deer hunt. (which wasn't my cup of tea) I learned how to handle a rifle, and I would go, just to go.
But, I had decided to confide a little in him about the 'little man'. I had been getting a lot of hang up phone calls, lots of nasty whispered worded phone calls and I am sure it was that oldest daughter I talked about earlier. So, I thought I should say something about what happened. I didn't tell him a lot, not even nearly what I've said here, but he got the idea. He asked me if I'd feel more safe if I had a way to protect myself in my home. I hadn't really thought about it before that, but I let him give me a hand gun, and I hid it in a drawer.
One night, way into winter, we went fishing with my sister and her husband. You had to go at night, sit in a shanty on a lake, and just eat junk food and drink beer. I don't even remember what we were fishing for that we went at night, but we caught fish. We stayed several hours, and got home at about 1:00 a.m.
So, he had just dropped me off. I had to work the next day, and I was tired. You know how older mobile homes were set up...the entry door on this one was directly across from the bathroom. It didn't lock very well, but where we lived, it wasn't much of an issue. There were actually two doors, but the other one didn't have steps. Most people could leave their doors unlocked then anyway. But, although I would lock it when I went to bed, I had just gotten in, and went right into the bathroom. Why I even closed the bathroom door, I don't know. I usually didn't bother, since I was there alone. But, I did, and I was getting ready for bed.
Although I didn't hear a car or see headlights, I thought I heard noises outside, and as I opened up the bathroom door, there, standing in the door of my house, he was. With his sidekick behind him, on the metal stairs that led from the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought for sure I was in for a nightmare. I said something real creative and original, like, "What the hell are you doing here?!?" Laughing, he tried to take a step toward me. And because we were kind of face to face, I reached out and pushed him. He grabbed the doorknob, and that's when I realized how stinkin' drunk he was. And, oh, my God...he was drunk. His weight pushed the door out on its hinges, and he went with it, tumbling to the ground outside, in the snow. I went and got the hand gun from my drawer, and I met him in the doorway as he tried to stumble back in. (I could not make this crap up if I wanted to.) I held the gun up and I told them, "If you don't leave right now, I am going to shoot you both." They did turn around, and they did leave, and as they were leaving, I said, "If you ever bother me again, I will kill you."
I sat up, shaking, for the rest of the night.
And neither of them ever bothered me again.
But, I gave the gun back. I scared myself that night.
Break time.
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