Run Away: Throw Away Kids

By Kitt Foxx

The dangers and consequences of running away from home to teens or boys or girls are sometimes fatal. The good people and bad people look the same.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524509040

Kitt Foxx

RETIRED FORMER TRADE SCHOOL TEACHER AND HEATING AND AIR CONDITIONING TECH. FOR 30 YEARS, ORIGINALLY FROM ROSWELL GEORGIA. NOW. RESIDING IN THE BEAUTIFUL VILLAGE OF PINE ARIZONA. IN THE FOOTHILLS OF THE NORTHERN ARIZONA MOUNTAINS. GOD’S SPECIAL PLACE FOR WEARY WARRIORS.

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PROLOGUE

M Y UNHAPPY LIFE at home, and being the oldest of nine children, and the duties associated with that, gave me little time for myself, too much responsibility for my age and ability, still it was transfered to me for the care and entertainment of my younger brothers and sisters, I seemed to be blamed for everything that went wrong that they did, it was a whipping by my dad three or four times each week, and lots of threats by mom to just wait till your father gets home. I was also struggling at school to maintain my grades each year, and and this became another problem at home, when notes and phone calls by my teachers to my parents about my attitude and temperamental conduct in class, then at twelve years old puberty struck. I continued to be berated for almost everything I did or tried to do, until one day at the age of thirteen, I read a book about Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, that’s when I decided to run away from home someday, if things didn’t get better for me at home. Time was not my friend, the longer I waited the more the family grew, the more responsibility I was given until I couldn’t take any more. Then after a breakup with my first girlfriend at age fifteen the final straw that kept me at home broke, sadly not realizing that I could never run away from myself or my problems. very dismayed with my lot in life. I did it. I RAN AWAY!

CHAPTER 1

M Y NAME IS Alvin Ray Thomas (Al), my mother Gladys May Waters Thomas (May) and my dad James Henry Thomas (Jim). I was born in Mobile Alabama on June the ninth nineteen sixty two, at the Spring Hill Clinic. a hot and humid day my mom said for childbirth, so I got off to a miserable start in life that hot humid afternoon, mom was eighteen, and dad was twenty one when I was born. We lived across the bay east of Mobile and north a few miles to the little country town of Atmore Alabama, and there were three more baby’s born before I was six and started to school, two boys and one sister, those were my playmates, and responsibilities when I was home from school, and as I grew, so did the family, and so did my responsibility. Getting my homework done, and helping my brothers with theirs, plus taking care of my chores imposed on me every day, helping with the babies while mom cooked, washed our clothes, and did the housework and cleaned up after all the kids each day. They had a birth mother and a house mother, M e!! .

I had no time to myself until all the others were put to bed. When in school this is also home work and study time until I was told to go to bed, I had to sleep with two of my younger brothers Zack and Jamie and my sister Margie slept with mom and dad. The others slept in a third bed room mom called the nursery. I usually was so tired I fell asleep quickly. If any of the other younger kids had a dream or nightmare and yelled out, or cried during the night, mom would yell out my name to see what was wrong, and I had to rock or sooth them back to sleep. Dad worked over across the bay in Mobile at the electric company, in the steam generator building, firing the boilers, shoveling coal into the burners, he worked very hard and was usually unsocial when he came home, sometimes he stopped off for a few drinks at bar with his work buddy’s and was more talkative and playful with the little ones but, pretty much ignored us older ones if, our chores were completed and no bad reports from mom that brought on a discipline lesson. Mom usually gave dad the rundown on the days events, and reported any errors of conduct or something that required his approval, or opinion, on and who needed a whipping, and why, usually of course it was me, the eldest that didn’t commit the deed but was responsible for letting one of the others do it. She had put me in charge of watching the others, At very low pay I might add, I slowly began to resent the fact that mom and dad are having kids and it’s my job to become their caretaker, needless to say I did not care for this job, I have no life outside the family. I have no friends that visit, and I’m not allowed to go visit anyone. I began to feel like a slave, diaper changer, baby bather, it’s hard to rock two babies to sleep and do your homework at the same time. I’m just not a good housewife, and I’m failing at all of these task. Mom tells my dad that I didn’t do something that I forgot to do, and as a result got a whipping.

Some reward for my efforts to help her every day and night. I even begin to resent my brothers and sisters. School had started in the fall and I was starting the seventh grade but I was falling asleep in class leaning on my arm with my hand under my chin, I cant rock babies back to sleep at two AM in the morning, and be alert in class later, concerns were being related to my mom by my teachers that I was not paying attention to my school work. and was missing a lot of my homework assignments. I was so tired I needed more sleep, I just could not pay attention, I got to the point that I slept on the school bus each morning, trying to be more alert, but the warm class rooms caused me to just fight sleep, I was in a daze at times, more whippings at home. For not watching the little ones. If I ever sat down while watching the kids I went to sleep. It was hard to believe that I was expected to do all this.

Thirteen was coming up fast and I was starting to like this girl at school, I rode the bus and sat next to Sue to and from school every day, and she said she liked me too, she kept me awake on the bus, and would like me to come over to her house sometime after school. I really wanted to do that, but mom said I didn’t have time for that kind foolishness, there was too much to be done here. I had things to do at home, my brothers were getting taller and were growing like weeds. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. why me? I need some help!! And I wanted to visit Sue’s home, and spend more time with her, I had no personal life, I’m not allowed to do anything that I want to do. And I’m sick of this. but had no place to go, or any way to change my everyday life, I was trapped, and I wished away a lot of my time, nothing was ever going to be any different, of this I had to face the facts, I wished to be far away from here more and more as I grew older. I started planning my break from home between thirteen and fourteen, I just was not mentally prepared to take that chance yet.

Zack was almost twelve now and I kept telling mom that he was old enough to help, but she never had him help me with anything. Jamie was also getting a free ride all he wanted to do was play, I’m not allowed to do that, so he was no help to me either, some life. I was constantly thinking, I’m tired of being treated like this, other kids don’t do this. I don’t even know how to play baseball with my school friends. and I wasn’t allowed to go to to any of my school football or baseball games. Dad had a car but we very seldom got to ride in it. And he was not interested in any of our sports games. I would sometimes become so upset I went out to the toilet to cry so no one could see how frustrated I really was, and I had developed a temper, but had to hold it inside the house, but at times when we were not in the house, or where mom would hear us I unloaded on Zack and Jamie. When I was really mad they were afraid of me, however when in front of mom or dad they were antagonists and that really pissed me off, but there was nothing I could do or say without getting my self into some real serious trouble, and they knew it. I’m the one that got all the blame and most of the whippings in this family.

I never understood why mom at this age that I was, always insisted dad whip me constantly, for some of the most minor things, she never gave any of us kids a whipping, it was all way dad’s job, and sometimes it was not a whipping, if my back was