their safe (part 1)
May. 10th, 2018 06:57 pmPrologue
I grew up in my grandfather’s house. He was very wealthy and he didn’t like girls. I was just a pretty face to him, so I was raised to be that pretty face. He showed me off at his parties and when he had to travel for work I had to go and behave “Like a little angel.”
Grandfather had a couple of men who worked for him. Kevin worked in the office and Keith worked on the estate. They’re my dad’s they do all the dad and mom stuff with me. Shopping for clothes (which they both hate but do away) helping with home work and teaching me right and wrong. They get that part wrong sometimes. I’m sure I don’t do that much wrong. Oh well they love me and the boys.
See grandfather really likes boys. They’re useful, they can work and learn, earn money for their families. (according to him I can’t do any of that stuff). Grandfather had one child, my mom (another girl). So, he decided to adopt boys to carry on the family. We now have 33 boys living here. These boys have all been hurt in some way. Grandfather goes to the boy’s home and talks to them the ones he thinks need the most help he brings home. They’re my brothers and I love them. One thing he has taught them is to ALWAYS protect me. They are all older than me and most of them are big (6 feet or more). I call the house the haven.
When I was six a man tried to grab e while we were leaving a play in New York. The boys stopped him and I don’t know what happened to him after that.
It happened again when I was 10 and 14. The boys always stopped it and I knew I was safe. It took me along time to understand why one of them was always with me, but grandfather did when I was 5 and then the kidnappings started. They were there to keep me safe. Because the protected me so much I was afraid they would get hurt.
This is a story about how one of them got hurt trying to help me.
I grew up in my grandfather’s house. He was very wealthy and he didn’t like girls. I was just a pretty face to him, so I was raised to be that pretty face. He showed me off at his parties and when he had to travel for work I had to go and behave “Like a little angel.”
Grandfather had a couple of men who worked for him. Kevin worked in the office and Keith worked on the estate. They’re my dad’s they do all the dad and mom stuff with me. Shopping for clothes (which they both hate but do away) helping with home work and teaching me right and wrong. They get that part wrong sometimes. I’m sure I don’t do that much wrong. Oh well they love me and the boys.
See grandfather really likes boys. They’re useful, they can work and learn, earn money for their families. (according to him I can’t do any of that stuff). Grandfather had one child, my mom (another girl). So, he decided to adopt boys to carry on the family. We now have 33 boys living here. These boys have all been hurt in some way. Grandfather goes to the boy’s home and talks to them the ones he thinks need the most help he brings home. They’re my brothers and I love them. One thing he has taught them is to ALWAYS protect me. They are all older than me and most of them are big (6 feet or more). I call the house the haven.
When I was six a man tried to grab e while we were leaving a play in New York. The boys stopped him and I don’t know what happened to him after that.
It happened again when I was 10 and 14. The boys always stopped it and I knew I was safe. It took me along time to understand why one of them was always with me, but grandfather did when I was 5 and then the kidnappings started. They were there to keep me safe. Because the protected me so much I was afraid they would get hurt.
This is a story about how one of them got hurt trying to help me.