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Prolog-Part 1-Escape
The air nipped at Goldie's face as she ran out the door. She hated him, wished he were dead instead of her mother. He made her do things when she was a kid she couldn't fathom. He was a sordid, reeking, excuse of a father.
"Get you ass back in this trailer, Goldie! I swear if you run to that futile rich woman again you'll be so sorry, you'll beg me to love you again!" Barry garbled as he staggered on the porch. He was a mad alcoholic, violent and rude. When Goldie's mother had died 10 years ago, she had been trapped with him. Her only escape was Lola. That's where she was headed now. She was through with him.
In her 1978 bug the tears continued to plummet, he had gone to far this time. He had watched her from her closet then assaulted her before she had time to dress. Fortunately he was smashed so she had enough might to shove him off her and dart to her car. She was on the highway when her cell phone rang.
"Hey Goldie, why'd you run off like that? We could have had some fun after Barry passed out." Wesley, Barry's step son, sneered over the phone.
"Leave me alone, asshole. I hate you and your grimy father" Scoffed Goldie.
"Ah come on sweet cheeks, I know you like it when we play. And Barry isn't my father. He's just the scum I got to live with for now."
"I said leave me alone. Fuck off! Don't call me!
Goldie snapped her phone shut and through it in the passenger seat. She hated Wesley about as much as she hated Barry. After he had drugged her and sold her to his druggie friends she had never took anything he offered her, she didn't even like to speak to him, even through the phone. It made her feel filthy. His voice was rough, and creepy.
"I'm so sorry, Goldie. Why didn't you call?" Lola said as she smoothed Goldie's hair. They were lying in Lola's bed. Goldie had rushed right in and almost plowed down the maid, Francis. She had bawled her eyes out to Lola and then they eaten triple fudge ice cream and strawberries till they couldn't eat no more, while they watched corny horror movies.
Then Goldie had taken a shower and snuggled in her bed across the hall from Lola. She drifted to sleep almost immediately. She slept great, until she started have the nightmare again.