Treehouses are for experiments Part one

This all started back when my mother split from our father given my father was involved in organized crime back in New York my mother probably rightly assumed he would sooner off her than allow her to leave. As much as sometimes me and my twin sister wonder at what kind of life we’d be living if my mother had opted to stay, he was very abusive towards my mother and had hit out at us from time to time. The last straw was when she miscarried due to the severity of a beating he had given her. He was always repentant after each beating but nothing ever changed. One night whilst dad was out my mother got us out of bed and into a car a sympathiser had given her for her escape.

She didn’t stop driving till we were on the other end of the country, some sweaty middle of the nowhere town in Florida where the flies outnumbered anything else, even grass. I say town but even then we were in a house just outside of it, giving us a slight walk to school for lack of a better term. I think there were about 8 kids at it but as we grew up we were then given a bus ride to a bigger town for school. My mother took a job as a cook at a bar which isn’t as bad as it seems. She was out of the way of the public for the most part and loved her job. She had plenty of money stashed away but really didn’t want to stash the cash for fear of the attention it would bring.

My sister Jane and me Mark were dark haired its hard to remember what our father looked like but we both remember the dark hair that was always slapped back. Given we spent most of our free time in the countryside looking after animals and my mother’s small garden as she referred to it, it was more of a mini farm. We were both strong and thin. Our free time was pretty much me and my sister messing about in the open country near the town. Nothing but climbing trees and playing silly games to occupy two teenagers during the time off.

Being twins we always got on and silently loved being in each other’s company. My sister was super adventurous and usually the first one to get us in trouble where I was more reserved but able to think our way out of it. It was her idea to build the treehouse and after a few shitty attempts I got the hang of it and we had pretty much the best den anyone could believe honestly, some people live in worse accommodation than that thing.

Anyway we hadn’t long celebrated our birthday finally 18 years old our mother allowed us to take some beers when we went camping from now on. This seemed like a great idea… until you were drunk 30ft up in a treehouse after the first time we made this mistake we saved the beers for the night when we were sure we didn’t have to come down. This gave us the added problem of drinking them in a short space of time… I guess right now i’m coming up with excuses but it’s pretty much inexcusable what we did… I still blame her though lol

We were drinking one night in the tree house at sunset and with the lamp set up in our room it was a great night. We read comics, talked about nothing really and even discussed the type of beer we were having it was pretty strong this time and we had more of it thanks to some left over birthday money. We were really easy in one another’s company you know?

Jane – Hey, uh Mark… uh

This was really odd for her and that grabbed my attention when i looked up, i got the impression she was building herself up for something.

Jane- uh..