A Neat Arrangement
by Abuse and control.
A Neat Arrangement
The arrangement was neatly finalised between my parents and Colin. He would be picking me up in his car that next Saturday from home and taking me to the school kitchen and canteen which had been hired by the bride and groom for their wedding party. I would be helping out with the food preparation and laying tables. Colin used to sell my parents washing up liquid in large plastic containers for a cheap price and had often shared coffee with my father at home. He had seen me making pastry in the kitchen and asked him if I could sometimes work in his part time catering business.
“Aren’t you a lucky girl!” my mother exclaimed to me. “Working on your day off for extra pocket money! I bet you are pleased!”. Yes, Mum, I am pleased, how could I not be pleased when you have arranged this for me? My parents, whom I trusted and obeyed and copied.
“How lucky you are!” said my father, “You will be grateful for the extra money”. Colin stood next to them with a happy smile on his face. His arms were crossed in front of him and he was staring straight at me.
Saturday came and Colin picked me up in his battered, old car and drove me to the newtown school, concrete blocks, windy passageways and Saturday isolation. He showed me the school kitchen and we set to work, putting cold, limp lettuce leaves on plates and margarine on white, sliced bread. Sausage rolls and vol-au-vents appeared from packets, and paper plates were arranged on the school dining tables.
It was February so after a few hours it became dark and the florescent kitchen lights were switched on. He came close to me in the deserted building, stood right in front of me and said “Give us a kiss”. I started to shake a bit and felt uncertain. He was my parent’s friend. Was this OK? Was I supposed to kiss him? I always did what they told me. So I leant up and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh no!” he whispered, “Not on the cheek”. I took this to mean his lips, so I went on tiptoes and briefly rubbed my lips against his. His right arm swept out and enveloped my waist and he pulled me close and almost suffocated me with a long adult kiss where his lips gyrated round mine and his tongue probed into my mouth.
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Post CommentAlbert van der Steeg
On November 13, 2009 at 3:34 pm
I read this with tears in my eyes. I could feel the hurt.
Your writing is gripping, like I told you before.
I hope you’ll put more stories on!
Froukje
On November 14, 2009 at 5:04 am
Dear Sarah, if this is a real story, I can feel the pain in your heart. The writing? You must go on. This is a good job.
With love, Froukje
Yvonne B
On November 14, 2009 at 11:03 am
What a creep……..If only kids could understand that their parents would never expect something like this to happen from friends they trust. If only you would have told. I can just feel all the confusing feelings and your trust in men going way down. If this was a real story I hope you were able to forgive your parents for not knowing although I am sure it left a big scare on the relationship between you.
Great writing Sarah.
Gea
On November 14, 2009 at 1:41 pm
A story well told!
And I am so sorry!
The percentage of young girls that goes through this nightmare is very high. I could feel your confusion, and repulsion, yet you were taught to obey adults. I feel sad reading this and knowing, you were one of these kids.
Something confusing happened to me once, when I was about 4 years old.
I hope, you didn’t feel that you had to “work” for this man again!