Thursday, July 22, 2010

Cassie's Journey Begins

I thought yall might like to read a little of the next piece of Cassie's story. The first piece was here.
To be warned...This post is not suitable for children.

Cassie knew her only hope of really getting away was to leave town, instead of going to a friends or boyfriends house. Cassie ran as far and as fast as she could. The fear was extreme! She kept looking over her shoulder, afraid her mother was going to come around the corner any minute or worse yet her mother had called the cops on her. When Cassie got to the last grocery store close to the town limits, she finally slowed down and relaxed a little.

Cassie had taken some of the food stamps and was grateful for it now; she was going to need them for food. She stopped in the grocery store and bought four apples. She suddenly realized she hadn't eaten anything all day. She devoured her first apple before she had even gotten out of the grocery store parking lot.

Once back on the main road out of town, she was quickly offered a ride by an elderly couple. They took her as far as Dallas, under the promise that she truly had relatives in the area. Well it wasn't a total lie; her mother's aunt lived in Ft. Worth. She waved them away and waited till they were out of sight.

Cassie made her way to the interstate and started walking. She hadn't walked no more than five minutes and her next ride came along. He was a delivery driver and talked so much she didn't have to say very much and for that she was grateful. He took her to the end of the street that her mother's aunt lived on. She walked to their door and knocked. The delivery driver was still there waiting. She turned in his direction and waved the cue that they were there and all was okay. He left. They really weren’t there, but he made her feel funny and she wanted to be rid of him.

Cassie wasn't sure where she was going to go now. At this point, this idea had been her only one. She sat on their front porch thinking. She had been to her aunt's house in California just last summer; surely her aunt would take her in. California was a long way from Texas, she wasn't sure she could go that far. She mulled over other possible ideas, but in the end, California was her only option. So she headed for the interstate again.

This time she walked for a good hour before someone stopped to give her a ride. This ride took her as far as Oklahoma City. The sun was just starting to go down and she was in another state, a good 200 miles away from home and completely lost.

She was still very angry with life at home and her mother, but she was starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea. She was scared, cold and tired. The sun had now passed the horizon and it was getting colder, she didn’t think to pack socks and a jacket.

The cars were whizzing by and it felt like she was invisible, she wanted to be invisible at home but now wasn’t the time for nobody to care. She walked and walked, not sure what direction she was going. Just following the interstate, that was the plan.

Finally a man in a pick up stopped to give her a ride, she was very uncertain of this man, but she was very tired and hopped in. She knew she was in trouble when he touched her leg. She tried to move closer to the door, but he refused to move his hand. She was scared but didn’t panic; she had been with her boyfriend, so she knew what he wanted. She reluctantly went to the hotel with him. She thought that if she did what he wanted then she could get a shower and possibly a bed to sleep in, maybe even some food.

He was vile and cruel and all she wanted was to run. Cassie knew that if she didn’t get away from him she was going to be in more trouble than she had ever been in her life. She waited for him to finally pass out.

When she snuck out of the hotel room, she ran like her life depended on it. The tears just wouldn’t stop; she was on the verge of hysterical. She thought about calling the police, but she couldn’t, they would just take her back home. She just couldn’t let her parents think she was unable to handle herself, but after what just happened, she wasn’t so sure if maybe they weren’t right after all. She ran to the nearest McDonalds and instead of asking to call the police, she asked how to get to the interstate and in which direction was California.

(This is my story of when I was 15 and what all happened at that time. Cassie is the name I started using as an alias, so no one would be able to know who I was and send me back to my parents. This story doesn't end till I am back with my parents.)



Jen said... [Reply to comment]

My skin is crawling. What a disgusting man.

Joanie M said... [Reply to comment]

I just read part one, and as I was leaving that page, I noticed you said this is a true story. Is it your story?

Whew! So glad Cassie got away from that gross man!

Anonymous said... [Reply to comment]

You were very lucky to get away from him and not wind upa statistic. We all do things we regret in times of despahave ration. I'm just so glad that things finally turned a corner for you. That was a terrible thing to have to go through.

Spot said... [Reply to comment]

Good thing Cassie managed to get away from him. Poor Cassie, I get so caught up in your story...I just want to say...Cassie! Illinois is close...come here.

Very touching.

Sprite's Keeper said... [Reply to comment]

This is almost too scary to read! Talk about tough situations, and a true story, how does one move on from that? Keep your head up, Cassie!

Angelia Sims said... [Reply to comment]

Sad, scary, brave, terrifying, heart breaking.

Just a few words that come to mind reading your deeply emotional story.

I can't imagine what it was like for Cassie and the many other Cassie's that are out there today.

You are one brave and strong person.

Anonymous said... [Reply to comment]

I felt so bad for Cassie. I could hear the cars driving by, and feel Cassie’s fear and weariness.
This flows in well with the first part. Your words had me on the edge of my seat with worry.
Is this story based on someone?
Great Post!

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Jen Skin crawling is what I hope to portray, just in case a teenager does happen onto my post.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Joanie M Yes, this is my story. I have been encouraged by several to continue it in its entirety.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@pegbur7 True, I was very lucky to have lived through it all, physically that is.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Spot LOL! If I had known you then I would have shown up there!

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Sprite's Keeper Scary to write, having to dig deep and rehash old memories and feelings.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Angelia Sims I think that is why I am so compelled to write this, its for all the other Cassie's out there already or for the ones thinking about it.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

@Gerardine Baugh Thank you for the lovely compliments on my writing.

Yes, this is a true account of my running away from home for 5 months in my 15th year.

Jimmy said... [Reply to comment]

You are doing a good job with your story, the emotions and fears come through and if one teen reads this will have second thoughts about striking out on her own.

Hate you went through this but I am proud of you for sharing your story with us