Ghost of a Chance Book 1 in Above the Grave Trilogy Read Free Page A

much.”
“That is something that you do with a six year old,
Drew, not a twelve year old.” Liza said still in awe.
    “Yes, I know.
I knew it then to. Anyway, one night
my mom called and said that she was going to be working late
at the diner because of some big meeting that they were
supposed to have. I took my nightly bath and put on my robe
and headed for the bedroom. Jack,” Drew shuttered at his
name. It was the first time she had said it in many years, and
just to prove that she could, she said it again. “Jack, my step-
father at the time, was sitting on my bed whenever I got out of
the bathroom. He said that he thought it would be nice if he
could tuck me in since my mom wasn’t there. My mom
stopped tucking me in when I was five.” Drew’s eyes started
tearing up now.
    In the many years that Liza knew Drew, she had seen
her cry only one other time and that was when she ran away
from home at sixteen.
Her mother was getting re-married.
Liza understood now why Drew had been so upset. Either she
had been worried about her mother, or she couldn’t bear going
through another “daddy” again. Either way, she now
understood, years later, what Drew must have been going
through in her poor mind.
    “I told him that I was too old to be tucked in and asked
him to please leave the room so that I could put my pajamas on
and go to bed. He got up then and said that he would help me
with my pajamas. I told him that I was a big girl and to please
get out. He said, “Alright then, let me just have a hug good-
night.” His slimy hands undid my robe then and he pushed me
down on the bed.”
    Drew was shivering now. Liza reached for her hand
and nodded her head in an effort to let her know that it was ok
and to go on. She hated to see her friend like this and really
didn’t want to hear the rest. She thought that it was probably
time for Drew to get it out after so many years of holding
something so terrible in and continued to listen.
Her eyes
which normally looked so light and easy going looked cold
now. It was definitely time to get rid of what must have been
weighing her down for so long.
    “I remember how soft his hands were. Like a creepy
soft. Do you remember “Of Mice and Men” when the man
kept his one hand in a glove of Vaseline all day for his woman
at night? Creepy.” She paused again then swallowed hard.
“He cupped my breast with one hand and was undoing his
pants with the other. I remember feeling his “man-hood” on
my inner thigh. He was almost there, Liza!
My mom came
running in when she heard me screaming from the driveway.”
    Drew laughed and tried to shake off the fit of hysteria
that she felt coming on. “I had a beautiful lamp that my real
father had bought me when I was only four.
It was like a
Cinderella doll with a gorgeous dress and it was big and heavy.
My mother picked that thing up and knocked him right square
in the face with it. She wrapped my robe around me then and
told me to go to the bathroom, lock the door, and get dressed
and not to move until she came and got me.”
    “What happened to the asshole?” Liza said through her
own tears that she hadn’t realized had fallen and through teeth
that were close to cracking from grinding so hard.
    “He was arrested. Last I heard he was living
somewhere in Michigan. He is on the child molester list or
whatever. I don’t know and I don’t really care. I wish I could
go back in time and cut his damn balls off though. If my father
wasstill alive the man wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
    Drew barely remembered her real father. He had died
when she was very young, but she liked to imagine that if he
and his mother had been divorced instead of him dying, he
would have come and rescued her. It wasn’t that she blamed
her father of course; she just wished that things could have
been much different.
“So, you are afraid of men now?” Liza asked.
    “No. I’m not afraid of men.” Drew put her arms
around herself and