When I was 11, I used to take a bus between 12ham and 01h30pm for coming back home for the lunch. I liked it because I took the bus with people, and not with students of my school.
But with my victim face's, the driver asked me to count his money while he was driving, and not any persons asked him why he used me for that every day. And I couldn't say 'No' because I was scared. I was always afraid to take the bus because of this old pervert man, and I counted money quickly because I wanted to left and go with people.
Once, a bad girls band talked to me before the bus was stopping. They stole jewels in shops, and I didn't care about that, because I felt they were pleasant with me. The Bus came and the driver said "you you stay here, you know why". One of the girl said "do you know him ?" , I said "no, he just wants I counts his money", she said "stay with me". When he realized I was far away from him, he said "Oh come on", and the girl said "No she won't anymore, big pervert". These girls were really protecting me, I could find protection only with dropouts, but I didn't mind.I felt secure with them, and I loved their way to live. Hopefully I met them, they helped me to say "No" to the fucking people who wanted to abuse me.
Sweat Dreams....
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The bus driver
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This was a very touching story. I have had similar experiences in my life, where people would come to my rescue, the sort of people no one ever wanted anything to do with, who society had shunned. I always sought refuge with these types of people and they were always sweet and protecting of me. I'm glad you had protection that day.
Thanks Karen, reading your blog I feel we had a similar childhood...next time I'll tell how a girl band's humiliated me when I was 14 y old.
Take Care !
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