Unforgettable Memories

By Tiara Spencer

This book is a searing exposure of my life, uncut, raw, and unapologetic for moments remembered. You will experience the highs and the lows, twists and turns of a life that looks back and wonders how I got over. As you read about my various escapades, put yourself in my place during each vivid situation, and I will take you through a journey as though you are actually experiencing all of it for yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098078126

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Unforgettable Memories

Tiara Spencer

Copyright © 2021 by Tiara Spencer

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

To Tommy, T-mone, Nikki, Kylan, Ray, and all of my friends and family who impacted my life in too many ways to mention. You know who you are.

Chapter 1

I watched in horror as a man dragged a young girl into the dirty gas station restroom. The restroom was on the outside of the building toward the back. In spite of her screams for help, no one came. I knew that I should do something, but I was rooted to the spot. The door was ajar, so I crept slowly to the door so that I could see what my mind knew could not be happening in broad daylight. She was fighting with all that she had, but she was no match for him. He hoisted her up onto the sink, pinning her back against the faucet as he began his violent sexual assaults. When I thought the worst of it was over, he slammed her onto the urine and feces smeared floor. He began to run his fingers through her sweaty, matted hair as she wept uncontrollably. Then he proceeded to put his manhood into her mouth. What came next was not what I or I’m sure he ever expected. She bit down on his penis with such a vengeance that I thought she surely had bit it off. He let out a cry that I’m sure the neighboring town could hear. When she loosened her grip, he fell to the floor in a fetal position, whimpering. The young girl ran, half tripping out of the restroom as if the place were on fire. I could not believe what I just saw.

Should I go into the gas station and tell the attendant what I saw or call 911 for the obviously injured man or just mind my own business? All I was trying to do was go to the gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes with my last $6.00. Granted this wasn’t the best part of town, but I won’t be coming back around here any time soon. You see, I could have been that girl.

My story began two weeks ago when I ran away from home. My home life wasn’t unbearable, but to me it was less than perfect, to say the least. My mother was a loving person but had a drill sergeant’s mentality. She supplied all five of her children with all of our needs and a lot of our wants while ruling with an iron fist. We had chores to do as any child would. My duties included washing dishes and doing the laundry. My brothers had the more challenging chores such as cleaning out the basement, cleaning the garage, and mopping the floors. At Christmastime we would gather all of the coin change that was saved all year long and sit around the kitchen table and count and roll the coins so that my parents could cash them in at the bank. I didn’t understand why we had to do that… Was it a tradition or something? My parents were very well off, so it just didn’t click to me in my child’s mind. As I got older, I realized that was our contribution to the Christmas experience.

My father was a gentle giant. All six feet three inches of him was kindness and humility. He was a hardworking man that basically let my mother run the house while he ran the family restaurant. He rarely raised his voice and was slow to anger, but when he did, it was like EF Hutton speaking. Everyone stopped and listened. We were fairly well off, owning a restaurant and a couple of apartment buildings. We rented the upstairs of our house to a nice family with two children around our age. Over the years the mother, Angela, and I became close. She thought I was a cute teenager with a really nice figure. There was a local beauty contest that she had heard about and entered my name. She later told me what she had done and I was shocked, to say nothing of the displeasure my mother conveyed. After I became acclimated to the idea, I started to get excited. The day of the competition I was a nervous wreck. To my surprise I won. The first prize was a $500.00 shopping spree to one of the local malls. Her daughter Steffi, who was my best friend, was so happy for me that she contacted a local magazine and they covered the story. When the magazine with my story in it hit the stores, Angela bought me a copy and kept one for herself. I guess I was sort of a local celebrity. I eventually lost my copy over the years. Looking back, I wish I had kept it because you can’t recapture the past.

I was my father’s favorite and he made it no secret. My mom would tell him, May is going to disappoint you one day. You think she can do no wrong. I don’t know why she would say something like that. I was a good girl. I never gave my parents a bit of trouble.

I was finally allowed to date. My mother had a timeline for me and dating. I could receive phone calls from boys at the age of fifteen. I was allowed to date when I turned sixteen. I met a boy named Kevin. He was a year ahead of me in high school. I fell for him right away. We were inseparable during the entire school year.

It was getting to be prom time. I didn’t worry about a date because I knew Kevin would ask me. My mother, on the other hand, had different plans for me. When I told her that Kevin had asked me to the prom, she informed me that I would not be going. I was crushed because I just knew that I would be allowed to go. When my father came home, I was in my room crying. He wanted to know what was wrong. I told him that Mom said that I couldn’t go to the prom. He walked into their bedroom and told her that I was indeed going to the prom. My mom’s defense was that I had never been past the front door. My dad replied, Don’t you think it’s about time? My father was a man of few words, but when he put his foot down, that was final. I was so excited about going on a real date that I could hardly wait for the day to come. We chose what colors we were going to wear. Of course, we had to be color coordinated. We went to the prom but I didn’t have much fun. My corsage triggered Kevin’s allergies, which sent him into a sneezing frenzy. He didn’t know how to dance and I love to dance, so we sat around watching everyone else dance. To top everything off, I spilled spaghetti down the front of my dress. That was the last straw; it was time to go home. That was my disappointing experience at my first prom.

The second prom was no picnic either. I was a senior and Kevin had already graduated the previous year. The plan was for us to borrow his father’s car so he could drive to the prom. Something went wrong and we ended up going with his best friend, Matt, and his girlfriend, Rhonda. Matt and I never really got along. He just did not like me for some reason unbeknownst to me. Since he was driving, he was calling all of the shots. I informed him that I had a 5:00 a.m. curfew and he informed me that there was no way he was taking me home at 5:00 a.m. I looked at Kevin and said, Aren’t you going to say anything?

All he said was Stop playing, man.

When we got to the banquet hall where the prom was being held, all Matt did was take pleasure in taking cheap shots at me. We bickered back and forth the majority of the evening. He criticized everything, from my dress to my hair, until it finally got on Kevin’s nerve. Then and only then did Matt stop.

After the prom we were supposed to go to the lakefront to watch the sun come up. I thought that was a very romantic gesture on Kevin’s part, but Matt had other plans. He drove to a hotel and informed us that he had gotten us adjoining suites. I told him that I had no intention of going into that hotel.

He said, Are you still a virgin?

I said, Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am.

He said, Well, you won’t be after tonight and he started laughing.

Kevin finally spoke up and said, Man, just take us home.

Matt said, Look, I paid for these rooms and we’re going to use them.

Kevin said, Nobody asked you to get us rooms.

Matt said, All I’m trying to do is help you out. You obviously don’t know how to get your woman in bed.

That was it; they started fighting right there in the parking lot. Rhonda never said a word, so I got out of the car and broke it up. This night was a disaster. They went into the hotel, checked in, and left us out in the car. We fell asleep in the back seat of Matt’s car and woke up to the sun coming up over the horizon. At least we were able to experience that much of the evening. I looked at my watch and it was 5:30 a.m. So much for me making my 5:00 a.m. curfew.

Matt and his girlfriend finally came out of the hotel at around 8:00 a.m. and informed us that we were going to breakfast. We