IT Never Happened: Did it??

It Never Happened: Did It??

We all have a few dark secrets that we want to keep hidden; some of us manage to retain those secrets to the grave, others…well who knows? These are my secrets, I never wanted them reveled, but as I approach the end of my road, I thought, maybe, I may be able to expunge from my memory the guilt and uncertainties which have blighted my life. I can never be sure that I did not just allow it to happen, that if I had just had the courage to tell someone, then things and my life might have turned out differently. The names and places are all changed, (for my peace of mind not to protect the guilty!) as my family and friends have never been aware of any of these happenings. As far as I am concerened this is a most unpalatable story, but I have writen it as it remains in my mind. I can only apologise should it cause offence.


Chapter 1


I had been hiding in the barn out back of the farm; it had been great…until THEY arrived. I had been indentured when I left school at fourteen, the same as all the kids in town. The only difference between them and myself was they looked fourteen, whilst I resembled a puny little nine year old. As I have already said, it was good when I arrived at the farm, I was the only youngster there at the time and for a few weeks I really enjoyed myself, being with the animals and savoring the country side all around. I didn’t have to work very hard, as the farmer thought I was too small to manage any of the jobs on the farm, so I only had to look after the aria where I lived and try to keep it clean. then one day the farmer told me that some more boys were coming to the farm, though he understood they were older than me and they would be working on the farm for their keep. When I heard this I was quite looking forward to meeting them.

When they first arrived, they seemed OK; they didn’t know each other even though they came from the same part of downtown. It was pretty tough down in their aria, and it was only later that I found they had all been to jail or reformatory at one time or another. They were introduced to me as Tad, Rogo, Bimmy and Jad, their ages ranged between sixteen to eighteen. “Whats your namesquirt, and how old are you?” asked Jad, “Billy and I’m fourteen” I answered. “Jeez, you only look about nine or ten,” he said derisisivly. A childhood illness had stunted my growth. The farmer asked me to show them where they were sleeping, so I took them up to the room they were to share. They looked around the room in a disgruntaled fashion and wanted to know where I slept, as there were only four beds in the room. I told them that I had a room along the passage from them; our part of the farmhouse was seperate from the rest of the house.

When the trouble began, I can’t really say, it started so gradually that at first I didn’t notice anything, and just excepted the teasing and occasional thump as part of their normal make up, after all they had come from a very rough aria and had probably had a hard up bringing. I do realise that it sounds a pretty adult way of looking at their behavior, but it was more years ago than I care to remember and I am looking at it now from an adult prospective. Although; what happened during the next two years and what they put me through, I think that if ever I met them again, I would probably take my revenge in the most diabolical way. But at that time I was so painfully naive, that even though I wished I were bigger and could have given them a bloody good thrashing, I just excepted what they did and kept it too myself, not only because I was so scared of them, but also I didn’t really think anyone would believe me.