As an adolescent and young adult, I grew up in a small town in Florida named Lacoochee. Perhaps, you’ve never heard of it. However, the name of my town alone, sends chills up the spines, of the residents, residing in the surrounding cities.
My town wasn’t very big at all, in-fact there was only one major highway that ran through the middle of it. I call it a major highway, because it was all I ever knew, some might just call it a paved road. Lacoochee, consisted of two convenient stores, which one was a small one, privately owned by a member of the community, a Post Office, and a very famous set of tracks that ran straight through the middle of town. Those railroad tracks were very well known, by the surrounding cities, as well as the community members themselves. You see, many bodies had been found, either in pieces on the tracks themselves, or nearby them. If it was dark, and a train was passing through. Everyone knew, to turn around, and not sit and wait for the train to pass by. The residents couldn’t help themselves, it was all they ever knew. Someone waiting patiently at the train tracks, waiting for the train to pass by, was like waving candy in front of a baby. It was the perfect opportunity for them to strike.
It was like an endless cycle in Lacoochee. The adults had all been in and out of jail, their entire life. Then their children followed in their footsteps, so the cycle continued. Everyone knew everyone in my lovely little town. Therefore, if you weren’t raised there, or didn’t have family there, then you were not welcome. No outsiders were allowed that was the rule. Outsiders, that happened to just be passing through, could observe the local drunks, drug heads, and gang members to be roaming the area, looking for a free handout, or an outsider to be wandering alone.
I used to sit on my grandparents front porch, and stare at the run down house’s and known trouble makers wondering around, and think to myself. ” Doesn’t any of these people desire a better life?” I decided from an early age, that I was not going to end up like them, I was going to get out. I longed for it so badly, that I jumped on the first opportunity that came my way. That opportunity presented itself, late one night while I was with my cousin. Despite the dangers that lurked around every corner, of my plague filled town. I ignored my gut instinct, and went along with my cousin’s brilliant idea to sneak out, and go walking around the dangerous streets of Lacoochee. That’s when I came face to face with a blue-eyed devil, and that decision alone, changed my life forever.
He was new to my town, and I could tell by his demeanor, that he was not from around there. I viewed him, as my ticket out, and indeed he was. It took a while for his true colors, to surface, and once they did, it was too late. I ended up two thousand miles away from home, with no one to turn to. I fell victim to his abusive ways, and for five years, I was beaten and raped repeatedly. When I was finally able to escape his torture, it almost cost me my life. Therefore, my word to the wise, would be. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. Never forget where you came from, no matter how horrible it may be.