If I would go back to see Gus again, the Walters couple would kill us both like they did with my parents. No more romantic flings for me, maybe I could make it to school two or three days a week. Male and female teachers were always glad to see me come to their classes. Sometimes I’d get paid a little extra if I did a little extra, or a gift from the local Adults ONLY store.
Bus stations have lockers that can be used for most anything, this is where I hid my stash. Money got mailed to myself at three local post offices. One male teacher helped me buy an old worn-out VW Beetle, which Ellen Foster, my only friend and I, planned to use to make a run for our lives.
Tommy & Carol Walters somehow figured out Ellen and I were planning to run; she was of less value to the teen girls’ operation. They took Ellen to the room they had used many times before for executions. I’ll remember her screams until the day I die, they used what was called “The Spike”. A 2-foot-long piece of stainless-steel tubing cut at an angle like a giant hypodermic needle. She was naked, strapped down to the table, her legs spread and the Spike was shoved inside her young body. First, her mouth was pried open and live bees poured in, then a couple snakes were dropped out of a gunny-sack onto her stomach. Ellen was deathly scared of snakes, they bit her repeatedly on her arms and upper torso. These two heathen knew how to bleed a young girl dry of her last ounce of blood. I was made to watch my only friend die a horrible death she did NOT deserve.
I knew right then that I had to get away, before I became the one strapped down to the table. School was finishing up this week, I’m five months pregnant, my car is now gone… I need a miracle NOW!
I prayed, then I ran to several locations around town trying to lose the constant tail (two of Tommy’s enforcers) who always followed me everywhere. Hoping I had lost them, I arrived in Guss’s backyard shortly after noon. Sitting down under the only tree, I waited for hours… This had to be the RIGHT choice, I was out of options