Prologue-Introduction
Throughout the whole endeavor of my 15th summer, my brain never thought to occupy the fact that,
a) I was hiding someone who was pro-Hitler
b) I was harboring someone anti-Jewish.
or c) I was protecting a man who was my sworn enemy.
But, from the start, I knew none of the things above were true and he would never intentionally hurt me. After looking into those young grey eyes of his for the first time, I instinctively knew that he was someone unbelievably wise, caring, and a person I could come to know and love.
The last fifteen years had been one failure after another before Anton waltzed in on my life. My parents, sigh, my unloving, unappreciative set of parents had a major part in causing the mishaps and said 'failures' to take form.
I was the eldest of my two twin siblings Shannon and Sharon. My six year old sisters were the pride and joy of the family. Especially with their blonde Shirley temple curls, bright blue eyes, soft white skin, and long thick eyelashes. I was the total opposite looking of my sisters, and sported the big green eyes, breast length chocolate brown hair with bangs that covered my forehead, and tanned skin I adapted from spending so much time outside in the sun.
I figured that, that was one of the reasons my mamma and papa weren't to fond of me. I was a poster child for Tomboy, while Shannon and Sharon were the perfect representation of how a girl was supposed to look. Prissy and Proper. Clean and Elegant.
I believed someone's personality was more important rather then their looks and how they could walk down the stairs. My mother, you could guess, felt very differently.
As goes for my father, he thought I was trouble maker from the beginning. He was cruel, abusive, and rude when he had no need to be. I could never wrap my head around the fact why he didn't like me. For sure I knew why my mamma didn't. She thought I was too un-ladylike. But daddy? I just couldn't figure out for the life of me why I bothered him so much.
They rarely let me have friends, and when they did those 'friends' usually came from the upper class families of Jenkensville. Those upper-class girls I was forced to associate with disliked me as much as I disliked them, and I was okay with that.
My only three friends that I actually enjoyed were Ruth my house maid, Freddy Dowd the poor boy from school, and Edna Louise Parker who was one of those upper-class girls. My daddy didn't approve of either of them except for Edna. But of course being his little trouble maker, I ignored his opinion and formed a basis of friendships with them anyway.
Need said, the point Im trying to make is the fact I was alone and emotionally/physically abused as child. Not that I mean to put it out there so bluntly and in the open, but there's some things you need to know about for the year of my 15th summer to make sense.
June 8th was one of the hottest days of that year, and three things happened that day that more or less changed my life for the better:
a) I finally turned fifteen.
b) Father let Sister Parker finally play the radio freely in his shop.
And c) a special person by the name "Anton Reiker" arrived in town.
Immediately stealing my heart and becoming one of the best-friends I have ever had.