I Was A Teenage Runaway

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Sad and Empty

Teenage Runaway

I was a teenage runaway! At the age of 15 I thought I knew everything. I did not need family, or school. I only wanted to do what I wanted to do, At least that is what I think now. Then I could not tell you what I was thinking. My friends were doing it so why shouldn't I.

Lets start from the beginning. I had a big blow out with my mother and moved back to my grandparents house. On the ride there my mother said some horrible things to me. Things like as far as she was concerned I was no longer her daughter. I was never to call her or try to talk to my siblings again. Of course I know now that was only anger talking and she did not really mean it.

My grandparents were just a tad bit over protective. Now I was 15 and did want a social life. School was on split sessions, meaning I went in the afternoons and did not get home until 6 P.M. and curfew was when the street lights came on. By the time I walked home from the bus stop it was dark, dinner and homework, my social time was over, in my mind I had no life. As I stated before my friends from my mothers neighborhood were running away from home. They had a camp set up in the woods nearby, with tents and sleeping bags, food, the whole works. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be treated like an adult.

That night came quickly. I went to bed with no argument. I went to bed fully dressed and a bag packed and ready. I laid there waiting for them to fall asleep and all to be quiet. I got up, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag and left through the back door. When the door closed and was locked, at that moment I was full of regret and scared, but pride would not allow me to turn around and knock on the door to go back inside.

I walked to 49Th street and there I started to hitch hike. I got a ride all the way to the wooded area where the camp was. I never realized how dark it really was at night. I had no flashlight, I didn't think of that. I was scared to death! After spending what felt like an eternity grouping around in the dark through the woods, I finally found the camp. To my surprise the kids I thought would be there were not. But some others were, and they welcomed me into the camp.

Now what am I going to do, going home was not the answer, not for me. I hooked up with a man that was more than twice my age. This was not the smartest choice I made, and probably a choice most teenage girls make when they find themselves on the street. We stayed together for about 8 months. Unfortunately I lost my virginity to this horrible man. He was really taking care of me, he got us a trailer to stay in. I sent for a copy of my birth certificate and changed my date of birth on it so I could get a job. I worked, he worked things were OK, not!!

This man hit me one time so hard I saw stars. If you have never been knocked out before you really do see stars. At that point I knew I was in trouble and did not know how to get out of it. I lost my job because I couldn't go to work with a bruised face. This angered him even more. I found another job a a seafood processing place. I made some new friends and some that were willing to help me get away from him. I remember working one day feeding the shrimp into this machine that sliced and deveined them, when he walked into the place and picked me up kicking and screaming and tried to carry me out of there. It was no Officer and a Gentleman scene! Three of the male workers and one of the owners stopped him and made him leave the property. They relocated me to a different department, putting the stuffing into flounder. Trust me a seafood processing plant in NOT a glamour job!

One of the other workers let me go home with them. Needless to say he found where I was staying. Just after Christmas in 1979 he broke into the apartment where I was sleeping on the couch. He proceed to beat me and leave me for dead. I remember waking up with my arms pined back and him leaning over me, thinking if I could just sit up I would be OK. I passed out again, my next memory was of him walking out the front door. I tried to get up and every part of my body hurt. i could not move my hands, there was blood everywhere. I went into the bathroom and turned on the light and all I could say was OH MY GOD HELP ME. My face was gashed open, the side of my head was split, one hand was broken and I had severe hematomas on both arms.

With great struggle, I was able to get myself out of the apartment. I went to a neighbors and woke them. Before I knew it the police, paramedics, and ambulance were there. I was transported to the hospital where I spent two and a half weeks. I had plastic surgery on my face to put my cheek bone back where it belonged. Forty stitches on the side of my head, and a cast on one arm and hand. The staff at the hospital were fabulous, you couldn't have asked for better.

Now the hard part, talking to the police and the states attorney. The hardest part, swallowing my pride and seeing my family again. Amazingly enough they did not hate me. While I was gone my Grandma died, I kinda blame myself for this. Did I cause her the stress that triggered the heart attack? I will never really know. Any how I talked with the detectives and the state attorney. I told them everything I could, I also told them I was scared to face him in a court room. When they picked him up, thank God he confessed to everything. I did not ever have to seem him again. He was charged with aggravated assault with attempt to kill, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, violation of parole, grand theft auto, and a number of other charges. He was sentenced to 26 years in prison. He's out now and yes I am a little scared he may try to find me, I hope he never does.

This is not a part of my life that I like to talk about and never do. There is a lot I left out because I don't like to think about it. I have a scar under my left eye that reminds me everyday of my stupidity as a teenager. Now when I see the way our children are acting and the road they choose to travel, I can only pray for them that there fate is not worse than what mine was. I was one of the lucky ones, I lived. When my own children or someone asks what the scar was from, I just reply an accident.

I want anyone reading this to know this is a true story not a tale of fiction. I wonder what my life would be like if I had never locked that door behind me!

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cluense 6 years ago from Cartersville, GA

God Bless You! You lived to tell the tail here on Hubpages! I just know that your life expereince will help thousands of children out there! Thank You for sharing your heart and soul! You will be richly rewarded! Your Friend - Katie :)

BTW, I rated this Hub up a notch!


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Cluense, thank you. I just hope people see and understand.


WildIris 6 years ago

Oh My! You've lived a parent's nightmare. My two sons have gone through that "I don't need my family anymore" stage and done some amazingly stupid things that will forever be a part of their lives. But they're guys and it is different. As a parent it is heart breaking to live through the rebellious teen age years even with a "good" kid. I am glad you lived through your experience and shared it with us. I am curious, how will you handle your own children when they become teens wanting to run away? From my own experience I am not sure being the very best parent you can be to a child prevents kids from choosing this path. 14-19 are some of the roughest years, but on the young side of 20 the kids somehow come back around to being friendly again.

Regards,

Iris


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Hi Iris, Well I have already been there once, my daughter is 25 and she is a very good girl. No drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes. My problem with her was boys and it was stressful. My son is 15 he is very rebellious and out of control I had to send him to stay with his father for a while. He does appear to be doing a little better. Not the dad is better, but being removed from the influences in my neighborhood has helped. I know it sounds a little like my story but he went with us being on good terms and I still spend time with him twice a week. I have my fingers crossed that he survives the teen years.


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Faybe Bay 6 years ago from Florida

May I add your link to this hub to my hubs? I hope you say yes. People are asking me for more, what can they do. One answer is get to know the neighbors so we can come to each other and help each other as the neighbor you woke helped you. What if they had not answered the door? Angels are everywhere. We need to open our doors and become one. Thank you for sharing your story. God Bless!


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Faybe Bay Thank You, and yes add my link to your hub that would be great.


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figment 6 years ago from Texas

I was a Runaway Counselor. This touched me. I'm going to use it as a back link on an up coming hub.


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Hi figment, That had to be a hard job seeing all those kids and hearing their stories, I only hope you had many success stories after working with them.


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livewithrichard 6 years ago from Charleston, SC

What a terrible experience that must have been. I wouldn't be too scared of him now, he's surely an old man and you could kick his a$$. I'm sure it helps a bit to write about it and I'll bet if you shared your experience with other would be runaways it might just change their direction a bit. Good luck to you.


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Thanks Richard, Its hard to talk about especially now with my kids being around the same age.


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

At the risk of sounding "too simple" - let me suggest you chalk it up to experience (though dire at times), let it go, forgive all concerned - starting with yourself and look forward to your own children's happier years. My experience was different, but one needs to do more than survive it - one must supercede it by the choices being made in the present - which, of course, are every moment of every day in progress. All in the past is fixed and can't be fixed further. But one has total power over one's present and its choices, as well as one's attitude and optimism. No reason to allow any of that difficult experience to drag you down - or back. Actually it makes you a strong and a compassionate person. And the most important understanding is your own. Good luck.


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

HI Nellieanna, Thanks for stopping by. I can say I don't dwell on this as a rule, nor do I like talking about it. Sometimes it just pops into my mind and can be a little hard to get it out. I'll never forgive him or what he did, that's just not possible. I do feel as though I can be very compassionate to others at times, strong, depends on the situation.


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Hokey 6 years ago from In the energy.

Glad you made it! You have a strength to you many never know. Thanks for sharing. Namaste


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Thanks Hokey, me too!


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JannyC 6 years ago

You surivived to tell your tale and perhaps save others. Good job.


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Thanks JannyC!


morena 6 years ago

I have a teenage runnaway and the mantalaty is awful the sad part is that the grandmother protects him and that lady moved and have no idea how to find my kid not that he would like to be home. but he was brought up in a christian home so God is in control.


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mod2vint 6 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Morena, I am so sorry you have to go through this. I'm sorry I ever put my parents through it. If your son wants to be found you will find him. If he is in contact with the Grandmother know that he is OK. You must always make it know that he has a place to come home to, the sooner the better, when he is ready. Sometimes this absence is what is need to make you grow closer together. Pray, ask your friends to pray and we will pray for you also. Best of luck to you and a safe return of your son.

P.S. Not sure where your from, but here you can report your child as a runaway and recruit help from the police.


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Minnetonka Twin 6 years ago from Minnesota

I want to begin by thanking you for your courage to talk about your teenage angst and running away. Writing about it I feel is a big part of your journey to healing. This story is such a eye-opener for all of us as parents, especially parents of teens. I am helping my sister raise her two teens and the attitude is already very rude and disrespectful. I thank you for sharing this story and hope your life has peace now and that your children will be ok. Blessings to you.


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MoiraCrochets 5 years ago from Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines

You are so brave to be talking about this so others could learn from it.


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Lexzi 4 years ago from Orlando, FL

It's scary to read your story and this was back in the 70's my 13 year old daughter has been gone for over three months now and we have not heard a single word from her. We are in a city that is not our own and the close friends she considers family have not heard from her either. Any advice on how to cope with the sleepness nights? I hate her for putting us through this and I miss her so much I cannot even go into her room without breaking down and crying.


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mod2vint 4 years ago from Sunny Florida Author

Wow, I'm sorry your going through this. I have not had to deal with that end as the parent. On the other side, she needs to know that she has a place to come home to. I'm sure you have done so, but report her as a missing persons and stay on your local authorities about your case. Keep praying! I will also pray for her safe return!

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