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MY NIGHTMARE OF TERROR 

By Wicked Wanda

I asked mom if I could go to the dance, but before she even answered I
could see no in her eyes.
³Why not?² I asked. "All the other kids are going.²
³Because youıre too young,² mom said. ³Just because other mothers don't
take their responsibilities seriously, there is no reason why I must not
accept mine." 
³Aw, mom. Stop being such a square. This is the twentieth century.²
³No! You can't go and that's final>²
I knew there was no use arguing with her anymore. Once mom made up her
mind, it stayed made up no matter how hard we argued.
I had so wanted to go to the dance. Sure, it was in Springfield and that
was 20 miles away and, sure, it didn't get over until 2 in the morning but
heck.
Well, anyone who won't let their kids out after 10 p.m. has got to be ancient.
But I still had a chance to go. I would ask daddy. He was easier to
persuade than mom. She was always saying that he spoiled me rotten.
When he came home, I met him at the door.
³Hi, kitten," he said, ³Howıs my favorite little girl today." 
 ³Iım fine, daddy," I said. ³Daddy, will you do me a favor?²
"Why sure, kitten. You know your old dad will do anything for his little
girl. Tell me what's the matter.
"Well, they're having a Coming Out dance in Springfield this weekend and
all the other kids are going and I'd like to go.²
"Have you got a date?²
³Well, Harvey Wilson sort of asked me if I wasn't doing anything and I kind
of think he wants me to go.²
"I see. Well, if you want to go, and it's all right with your mother, I
donıt ...²
"But don't you see, Daddy? Mom won't let me go. She says Iım too young. And
Iım almost 16."
"Well, if your mother says you can't go, I'm afraid ...²
³Oh, please, Daddy. I'll be the only girl in my class who won't be there.
Iıll feel just terribly awful if I can't go!²
I started to cry. 
"Hey, now! My little girl isn't going to start crying on me, is she?²
³Please, Daddy!" I said between sobs.
³Well, I don't suppose it will hurt if I ask your mother. If the other kids
are going, I can't see why we can't let you go.²
"Oh, thank you Daddy," I said, and I gave him a hug. Daddy was so easy to
persuade.
After I was supposed to be in bed, I heard them talking: 
³Jane, did Susan mention to you about this dance?²
"Yes, and I told her no. I guess sheıs been working on you and has
persuaded you to let her go,² mother's voice was harsh.
³No, Dear. She did talk to me and all the other kids seem to be going. I
don't see the harm in letting her go as well, Jane.²
³Oh Henry, how can you be so weak-kneed as that. Do you think I wouldn't
let her go if I thought it was all right? 
³You know what happened to the Smithers girl just a few months ago. They
let her go out with a boy too. And now they had to send her away. At 16. I
donıt care, Henry. Sixteen is too young to be a mother.²
"Oh, Jane, you're not suggesting that could happen to Susan? Why she's
still just a child. Well, children just ... just don't think of those
things.²
³Oh, Henry! Where have you been? Have you forgotten your childhood? Today's
children are just too liberal, that's all. And their parents are too 
permissive. Why they smoke drugs and drink alcohol and heaven knows what
else. We'd just be asking for trouble letting Susan go to a thing like
that.²
³Well, Dear, I didn't say she could go; I just thought we might reconsider it.²
³So we have reconsidered it, like you told her and my decision is still no.
Is that final?²
I couldn't hear Daddyıs reply because the television was turned up louder. 
Mother always  did that when she was annoyed. she turned up the 
volume on the set as if it would make the problem go away. 
I spent a sleepless night but when I got up in the morning, I knew Daddy
had lost the argument.
"Can I go to the dance?² I asked.
³Well, you see dear ..." Daddy began to say. 
"No!" mother cut in. It was final.
I started to sniffle, but mother frowned.
³There will be none of that, young lady!²
"Yes, Mother," I said. I finished my breakfast and went to school. 
Patricia Winslow was waiting for me at the corner where we caught the
school bus.
"Did they say yes?² she asked. She wanted to go to the dance too.
³No," I said , glumly, "I almost had daddy convinced but mother said no.²
³Same here. I tried but I didn't have a chance,² Patricia said. 
"I donıt know why mothers are like that. They are so scared of us having
any fun. It's probably just because they didn't have any fun when they were
kids in the Victorian age.²
³Yeah.²
"I bet they weren't even allowed to talk to boys."
We giggled at that.
The bus came and we went to school.
I was putting books in my locker and getting ready for my first class when
Harvey came up.
"How about this weekend?" he asked. Harvey was one of the dreamiest boys in
school. All the girls wanted to go out with him and he was talking to me.
³I don't know,² I lied.
³Heck, you better find out. You aren't the only one I could take, you know.
³I know," my voice must have sounded as small as I felt.
"But I would like to go with you because you are the cutest chick in school."
I smiled at him.
"So how about it?²
³Iıll ask tonight.²
"Okay. But make sure. Weıre going to have a grand time. I've borrowed this
car from a friend of mine and we'll really swing.²
The session ball rang and I didn't have a chance to answer him.
³Did he ask you?" Patricia's curiosity was eager to find out.
"Yes,² I whispered.
³Quiet girls,² the study teacher said.
³He asked me just now," I whispered across the desk.
³What did you tell him?²
³I said quiet!² the teacher roared.
³Yes Maıam,² I said. Under her watchful glare we were unable to finish the
conversation.
Between classes, Patricia was all ears.
"Well fill me in. What did he say?²
"He asked me if I had asked my folks yet." 
"Did you tell him you did?"
³No, I lied to him. I didnıt want to, Patricia ‹ itıs just that I would
like to go out with the most popular boy in the school. Just once.²
³I know. Boy, would I like to be asked." 
"So I lied to him, Just a little.²
³Well, what are you going to do now? I mean, he'll ask you again. And you
still can't tell him you're folks said no.²
³I know. I don't know what I'm going to do. Aw, heck, if only mother wasnıt
living in the dark ages!"
"I know what you mean," Patricia said.
We got through morning classes and had gone to the cafeteria for lunch when
Harvey met us.
"Hey, Susan, this is Roger Evans. He's the guy whoıs loaning me the wheels
this weekend. Roger, here, doesn't have a date and, well, if your friend,
Patricia ‹²
I looked at Patricia. I knew how she wanted to go to the dance.
"Iıd like to but ‹" She started to say.
³But she has to ask her parents first," I interjected.
"Okay. But we have to know soon," Harvey said. ³Remember, this is going to
be a smash weekend. Lots and lots of fun." 
We smiled at them. After they had gone, Patricia cut in:
³Why did you lie like that for? You know I canıt go to the dance!²
"I have an idea," I said. "What would happen if you told your mother youıre
staying at my place?²
"Hey! That just might work. I could say I was staying with you and you
could say you were staying with me>
"Right!²
Patriciaıs eyes lit up with excitement. Then they clouded.
"But is it fair to our parents?²
"Oh, who cares? Just because they are living behind the times, doesn't mean
we have to sacrifice out fun," I said.
Patricia was doubtful but I managed to convince her. Happily I went through
the rest of the school day and hurried home to set the scene for my mother.
"Hi, Mom, I'm home," I called when I entered the house.
"Susan? Susan, is that you?² Mother used to always ask the same dumb question.
³Yes, itıs me.²
I went in and found her in the kitchen. She was sitting having a cup of tea.
"Well, you seem cheerful.²
"I am mother."
"I thought you would be still sulking over the dance." 
"Oh, no, I've forgotten all about that," I lied. ³You and Daddy are right: 
Iım too young to go.²
³Well, Iım glad youıve come about to see this sensibly," Mom said.
"Well, I realized you are only doing it for my own good.
Mother smiled. I was sure I had fooled her.
³Mom, since I canıt go to the dance, can I spend the night at Patriciaıs?²
³I donıt know,² Mom said. ³What does Mrs. Winslow say?²
³Patricia asked her and she said it would be all right. Please, Mom? Itıs
going to be so lonely here with all the other kids at the dance.²
³I suppose it wouldnıt hurt for you two to get together. After all, I know
how you young folks want to have fun.²
³Oh, thanks, Mom,² I said and gave her a kiss. I knew that everything would
work out well now. Just as long as Patricia got the same permission from
her parents.
We were sitting down to supper when the phone rang and Daddy said it was for
me.
³Itıs one of your beaux calling,² he teased.
³Thanks, Daddy.² I took the phone.
³Hiya, Chick. Whatıs the verdict?² Harveyıs dreamy voice filled her ear.
³Itıs all right,² I lied, hoping Daddy wasnıt listening.
³Whatıs all right? Are you coming or not?²
³Sure,² I said. Frantically I looked to see if Daddy was still in the room.
He wasnıt. He had gone back into the kitchen.
³Sure, I can go,² I repeated.
³You sound kinda strange," Harvey said.
³Thereıs nothing wrong. I guess Iım a little excited."  
³Is Patricia coming?²
³Yes,² I lied. ³Her folks said she could come along too, as long as we went
together.²
"Well, that's good. You girls will have a swell time. I promise you that,"
Harvey said. 
 The rest of the week passed quickly. We were walking on air. After all, I
was going to the big dance with the most popular guy in the school and
Patricia was going with Roger who had quite a reputation around town for
being a 'fast' boy.
We knew we were the envy of our friends.
We spent the rest of time planning how we would get our best clothes out of
our houses. I knew my grandmother wouldn't be home. She was in Watson,
visiting my aunt, and wasnıt  expected back until next week. I smuggled the
key to her house out of Momıs room and Patricia and I stored the clothes we
planned to wear to the dance at grandmother's house. 
We would get dressed there. Our folks wouldn't suspect a thing.
Friday finally rolled around. We were so excited! It was going to be a
night we would always remember.
I could hardly wait until evening arrived and we would be on our way. 
³All ready for the big bash, kiddo?" Harvey asked me as I entered school
Friday morning/
"Oh, yes, Weıll sure be having a good time.²
³Right. Iıll be around to pick you up at eight.²
"Oh, youıll have to pick us up at my grandmotherıs house,² I said. ³My
parents are going out of town.²
"Thatıs okay.²
³You can pick Patricia up there too. She is going to get ready with me.²
³Okay.²
It was settled. That had been the one thing I had worried about. How was I
going to get Harvey to pick us up without appearing suspicious to either
our parents or to the boys.
But this would work out real fine.
The day seemed to drag but I guess it was just because I was so excited and
so anxious to go on the date.
I had taken my new ball gown ‹ the one my mother had bought me for my
graduation in June.
It was a beautiful dress with a daring neckline. Mother had thought it was
too adult for me but I convinced her that I had developed enough that it
looked good on me. I was too big for childrenıs clothing, I told her and
the sales lady had agreed with me.
I knew Iıd be a knock-out at the dance. Harvey would be proud to be there
with me and, maybe, he would ask me out again.
After school, we hurried home and each told her parents that she was going
to the others to spend the night studying.
Mother kissed me goodbye and wished me a good-time. Honestly, sometimes she
treated me like a child. 
We met and went to grandmother's house and got ready. The time seemed to
fly, there was so much to do. 
The car stopped outside the house, and honked the horn. 
"Just a minute!" I called as I gave myself a last look in the hall mirror
and liked what I saw. I asked Patricia's opinion. We both looked extremely
beautiful and grown up in our gowns. Our parents were so wrong to think we
were still children.
We rushed down the stairs and out to the car. 
³You girls ready now?² Harvey asked. He looked handsome in his white
blazer. It was as beautiful as a dream.
³Weıre ready.² 
"You're beautiful. Just beautiful,² Roger said from the back seat. 
Patricia blushed at the compliment. I supposed I blushed, too, but I tried
to act all grown up about it, as if I got those compliments all the time.
"Jeeze, you are pretty," Harvey said. I could see he was looking at the
swell of my breasts.
I was proud of my body and proud of the fact that it attracted his
admiration. After all, I would soon be a woman and I wanted to be treated
like one. 
³Weıre off,² Harvey said as he pulled into the traffic.
"Hey, Harvey, better head over to Spankyıs and we can get a six-pack
there," Roger: said.
I heard Patricia gasp.
"We don't like beer," I said.
"Aw, c'mon. We're going to have a big evening tonight. After all, weıre
all adults or almost adults. A little beer won't hurt."
I~            "My folks wonıt like it," I remained adamant.
"Jeeze. you didn't tell me you were still a kid and had to get everything
approved by your parents,² Harvey said.
³Yeah, lookıs like we picked up a couple of kids, Harvey. They probably
still need a sitter."
The two boys laughed.
I knew it was wrong but I wanted to show them I could be just as adult as
they were.
"0h, Susan! Should we really go? I'm afraid of what . . .² But I cut
Patricia off before she could finish.
"The boys can have the beer. We donıt have to drink it if we don't like it.
"That's right," Roger said. "You girls won't have to touch it at all if you 
donıt like it." 
So that seemed settled. We would have beer. They stopped at Spanky's, went
in and got it. Then we started out.
"You girls are sure going to miss a good thing not tasting any of this fine
beer, Harvey said. 
"Can it, Harve,² Roger said. ³They said they don't want any, so don't bug
them about it. We want to have a good time, right?" 
"Right" I was relieved that Roger was seeing it our way.
³Anyhow, Iım going to have a peachy time tonight dancing with this dream.
You're the most beautiful female I have ever seen, Patricia."
"Thank you," Patricia said, and blushed.
"No, I mean it! I only wonder why I havenıt seen you sooner. I mean, think
of all the fun we could have been having together."
"Yeah, fun," Harvey added, ³We sure are going to have fun tonight. Weıll
really have a ball, won't we, chick?²
He looked at me. 
³Sure,² I said and smiled. I was getting a little uneasy. Harvey was
driving so fast.
"A real ball. Yessir and we'll have a real good time. Boy, I sure could use
one of those beers." 
³I really don't think you should drink while youıre driving," I said. 
"Aw, chick! Don't tell me you're going to throw cold water on the whole
evening. Like I thought you were a real swinger and liked a good time and
all.²
³I like a good time,² I retorted. ³But we can be sensible.²
³The girlıs right, Harve. Letıs be sensible. Hey, I have a heck of a good
idea here. Why don't we take a shortcut to the dance? I know a dirt road
that will get us there in half the time.²
³You mean we'd get time to stop and start drinking?² Harvey asked.
I was uneasy I didn't want to go off the highway. I knew that Patricia
probably felt the same.
"There's the turn off, there," Roger said. Harvey made the turn. I was
about to protest and then stopped myself. I would only anger them if I kept
objecting to everything they wanted to do.
³Thereıs a really nice spot just down the road here. We can park and
overlook the lake. Boy, is it a romantic spot.²
Roger Laughed. It seemed to be low and evil.
³Donıt you think we should keep going until we get to the dance?² Patricia
asked.
³Thereıs no rush,² Roger said. ³Weıve got lots of time and, besides, Iıd
like to get to know you before we get there.²
Harvey parked the car. I had to admit  it was a beautiful spot. The pale
moon was peeking from behind a dark cloud, and it lit the landscape in a
pale glow. The water was  calm and quiet, with gentle ripples moving across
it, reflecting a thin stream of golden light cast by the moon. There were
big shade trees on each side of the car giving the atmosphere a close cozy
feeling, 
"How about breaking out some of that beer?" Harvey said, reaching into the
back seat for a bottle.
Roger opened two.
³You girls wouldnıt want one just to sip on? Iım sure you must be thirsty.²
I wasnıt as thirsty as I was nervous. I didnıt like this development at all
although I didn't know why.
I took a beer out of that nervousness. Just to give me something to do.
Patricia did the same thing.
I tasted the beer; it was warm and bitter.
³Boy, that sure is good,² Harvey said, and downed the bottle in what seemed
like a single gulp.
³How about another?²
Roger obliged and Harvey quickly drank it as well. I took another sip of my
beer but I didn't like the taste and I found it difficult to drink down.
³Boy,  this sure is the life,² Roger said, ³A pretty girl and a nice beer
in the pale moonlight. Hey, that would make a good song.²
We all laughed at that. It was a nervous laugh on my part. Somehow, I
wished that I was home. I didnıt like how this was turning out at all.
Harvey put his arm on the seat behind me and leaned towards me. I shrank
away, afraid to make physical contact.
³How about a kiss, Susan?² Harvey asked.
I didnıt want to but I let him.
His lips seemed warm and wet on mine and his tongue tried to force its way
into my mouth. I pushed him away.
³Hey, babe! Whatsamatter?² I could smell the foulness of his breath and  I
wished with all my might that I was home.
³I donıt like to kiss like that,² I told him.
³Kiss like what?² he asked. ³Just a little ole kiss between us.²
He tried again. His lips were more insistent this time. They pushed against
mine with such force that my teeth started to ache. It took all my strength
to push him away.
³Aw, cımon,² he said. ³Donıt be a spoiled sport. Look at Patricia. Sheıs
having fun.²
I glanced in the back seat. Patricia was pushed up against the door and
Rogerıs lips were pressed against hers. She didnıt seem to be struggling
but, then, maybe Roger was more gentle.
³Youıre so rough,² I said to Harvey.
³All right. this time Iıll be more gentle.²
³Okay.²
His lips were more gentle this time and caressed mine. I was beginning to
enjoy it and I let my body go slack against his.
³Oh, Susan,² he said. He took the relaxation on my part as an indication I
was willing to let him become freer with his attention.
His hand found my breast. I pushed it away but it came back again. I pushed
it away again, this time using all my strength to break us apart.
³Donıt do that,² I told him.
³Aw, honey. I just like the feel of you. Your breasts are so soft.²
³Donıt touch me, Harvey. I mean it.²
³Sure, honey, sure,² he said. He had an evil look in his eyes and I knew
now that I never should have come. Why hadnıt I listened to my mother?
But regretting my actions wasnıt helping me now.
³Kiss me again,² Harvey said, pulling me into him.
I was aware of Patricia struggling in the back seat.
³Stop it!² she cried and slapped Roger as hard as she could.
³Why you little hellion,² Roger said. There was raw passion in his eyes. I
knew we were in for real trouble.
³Looks like these girls donıt understand at all, Harvey,² he said. ³Why did
they think we wanted them to come to the dance? Just for the ride?²
He laughed evilly.
³Susan knows why she was invited,² Harvey laughed easily. ³Thatıs why she
snuck out on her parents.²
I gasped.
³Iım not stupid,² Harvey said. ³I figured when you sounded strange on the
phone that your folks had said no and you couldnıt talk because they were
nearby.
³And when we picked you up at your grandmotherıs house, I knew for sure.
Your grandmother is out of town.²
He laughed.
³So no one knows you are out here with us. So you better be nice or else.²
³No!² I cried. ³Run, Patricia, run!²
I grabbed for the door but Harvey was quicker. he grabbed me and pulled me
into the car. His hands were rough as they searched my body.
I struggled against him but it was no use. He was stronger. I suddenly relaxed.
³Thatıs better,² he said. ³I like a girl who knows just what the facts are.
Just be nice to me and you wonıt get hurt.²
³Oh, Susan, I wish I had stayed home,² Patricia moaned from the back seat.
³What are you going to do to us?² I asked, fear running through my body.
³Nothing,² Harvey said. ³Nothing at all. YOu just be nice thatıs all. You
donıt have to do anything else.²
I knew what he meant by being nice and I wasnıt going to do that with him
or any boy ‹ except the man I married.
³I wonıt,² I foolishly said.
³Get out of your clothes.² His voice was low and vicious. I knew he meant
what he said. He was deadly serious.
³Oh, Susan, what are we going to do?² Patricia wailed.
³Youıre going to get out of your clothes, like the man said,² Roger added
in his evil tone.
There seemed to be no hope for us.
³I wonıt,² I remained defiant.
³You have a choice. Get out of them yourself or weıll rip them off.²
Patricia was crying and I could see she was as scared as I was myself but I
still wasnıt going to give into them.
³Donıt do it,² I hollered at Patricia. I noticed her trembling fingers had
started undoing her buttons.
³You just keep right on going, honey,² Roger said to her. ³Thatıs the wise
thing to do. Otherwise you might get hurt.²
³Just like Miss Prissy here in the front seat,² Harvey said. Before I knew
what was happening, he struck me. Hard! The sting of the blow brought tears
to my eyes.
³Take them off,² he ordered.
I shook my head. He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of my gown ‹ my
brand new dress that I had only wore once before! He pulled and I felt it
rip. I was in a panic. I grouped around for something to hit him with. My
fingers closed on a beer bottle.
I hit him as hard as I could. I heard the crunch of the bottle on his skull
and he let out a gurgling cry.
While he was still in pain, I leaped from the car and started running.
³Damn you, bitch!² ³Roger, help me catch her.²
³Run, Patricia, run!² I hollered as I ran as fast as I could. I forced
myself. The thought of what would happen to me if they caught me gave me
superhuman strength.
Rounding a curve in the road, I took to some bushes. After what seemed like
an eternity I stopped and hid in a thick grove of trees. I was breathing
hard. My dress was torn ‹ ruined. I was so frightened. I didnıt know how I
was going to get home. I didnıt even know where I was.
³Weıve got to find her, Roger,² I could hear Harveyıs breathless voice as
he panted from the exertion.
³Oh, hell, just let her go. Weıll share the other one together.ı
³Hell no! Iım going to catch that bitch if it takes all night. Look what
she did to my head! She could have killed me!²
I stayed perfectly still, frozen by fear. Presently, their voices faded away.
Getting my breath back I began running again, cross-country. I didnıt know
where I was going but I knew I had to get help.
Presently, I came to a road. At first, I was afraid to walk on it, fearing
they might be out there waiting. But I thought of Patricia, back there with
the two of them and I knew I had to get help. I ran out on the road,
discovering it was the highway. I began running along it. I donıt remember
how long I ran until I saw the lights of the car. It was coming along
slowly. I ran out to flag it down.
³Susan!² the voice said. It was Mother. 
"Mommy, oh Mommy!" I was so glad to see her.
"Oh, my darling, what has happened to you? We went to the dance but you
weren't there."
"I know," I sobbed. "I shouldn't have lied to you. I've been punished. Oh,
Mommy, they have Patricia.²
"Where!" It was the first time Daddy spoke.
I could see the grim look he had. I had never seen daddy so angry.
I gave him directions.
³Oh, Mom, I'm so glad you came and found us."
Well, it was a good thing you left your school work behind. I phoned Mrs.
Winslow, and when she said she thought Patricia was staying with us ‹ well,
I knew where you had gone."
"Oh, Mother," I sobbed. "Can you ever forgive me?²
"Hush, dear," she said.
Our carıs headlights caught Rogerıs car parked in its secluded spot.
One of the boys ‹ I was sure it was Roger ‹ saw the car and started running
away. The other was bent over the back seat trying to force Patricia down.
Daddy slammed the car to a stop and leaped from it. He grabbed the boy by
the shoulder, spun him around and hit him as hard as he could. It was
Harvey. I saw the life slide out of his eyes as he fell to the ground.
Daddy helped Patricia out of their car. She was almost naked. They had
ripped all her clothing. Mommy wrapped her in a blanket while Daddy took
after Roger. 
There was no fight left in Roger. He gave up after he had seen what had
happened to Harvey.
Daddy told Mommy to take us back into town and he waited with the boys for
the police.
We were so glad to get home.

That had been three years ago. I've grown older since that night ‹ both
physically and mentally. I learned that my parents put restrictions on my,
activities not because they didn't want me to have fun but because they
didn't want me to get hurt by the cruelness that is in this world.
I know if I ever have children, I'll try do the same thing for them: to
give them a good start in this world.
Mom and Dad didnıt say anything after that night about what had happened.
They acted as if I had done nothing wrong. I guess it was the worst
punishment they could have given me because I knew that it was all my
fault. 
Daddy didn't press charges against Harvey or Roger, although he could have.
He let them stay the night in jail and I guess the police must have scared
them because they never talked to me or Patricia afterwards.
Not that Patricia and I would want to talk to them. We had had enough
adventure to last us until the real men in our lives came along.


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