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FREED FROM THE GANG
One day while I was out stealing food (At 12 or 13, I didn’t know any better, and couldn’t get a job to pay for food at that age, though I could get into bars, ironically.), some guys from the gang showed up at Bill’s apartment, and he and Robin fought them off. Robin used a cast on his arm or leg, (I forget which limb now.), to fight them off at the door.
Shortly after I was told that the gang had come and gone away empty handed, I went to the upholstery business where I'd been raped, to retrieve my knapsack. I know it was stupid, but that's what I did. I stormed in, took my knapsack, and the rapist grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his crotch. I somehow knocked a bottle of glue all over his pants, and looked at him triumphantly, and walked out, returning to Bill's.
I told Bill I'd had sex with a lot of men, and he flipped out on me, ordered me vehemently to go use his sister's douche, which I did, and then he and his friend Collin (a cook at the Fran's restaurant where Bill and I had first met) shaved my pubic hair. After that, Bill never spoke to me again. Every night, I would sit on him until I'd feel him tense up to climax, as he laid on his back. Many times, Collin was on the upper bunk repeating "When are you going to give me some pork, Bill?"
One day, I had pain in my abdomen and Bill's father took me to the hospital in his taxi, and pretended I was his daughter, so that we could use her care card for me. Was it called OHIP? Another time, a bunch of us went for a ride in his taxi and threw eggs at pedestrians. A terrible thing to do, I know now.
One day, a woman came into the apartment using a key, Cathy. I was alone. She told me that Bill had told her that he wanted me gone, and that he'd sent her to do the job of removing me. I went with her and never saw Bill again.
She took me to her plush bedroom in the basement of a house. Her mother was upstairs, a Greek woman is my guess. Then she brought me to a boyfriend of hers, and turned around and left me there in his apartment alone with him, saying that if we wanted to have sex we had her permission. He looked insulted. I sat at the kitchen table eating cereal with milk, until Cathy returned and we all went to the bus depot, where Cathy bought me a ticket back to Montreal. I got on the bus obediently. I don't remember where I went upon arriving in Montreal.