Swear to God, Holy Bible

By Roy Murch

This is my true story. We grew up in this world and have been haunted by it all our lives. Some of my sisters succumbed to drugs, others to alcohol to ease their pain. I've lost five sisters, one to drugs and the others to breast cancer or related effects of rheumatoid arthritis. One sister is homeless, and I don't know her whereabouts. All of us learned to cope and grow up with dignity and integrity. Hope springs eternal, Swear to God, Holy Bible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644585634

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Introduction

Rape and molestation are ungodly acts of violence. Young women feel dirty, and their attempts to wash this stain away often fails. The fact is, you’re not dirty. It’s just the tragedy affecting your mind. Consented sex is a beautiful thing, with a partner committed to bringing happiness to both your lives. Unconsented rape may cause a lot of you to commit suicide, or just shatter your entire future. Together Robin and I want to save lives. We both love life and people. I am so grateful to have been able to tell her story to show there can be life after rape. Robin wakes up every morning loving herself, and loving people with the most beautiful smile a woman can have. I have known Robin and her family for fifty years. In that time, I’ve seen Robin’s pain and nightmares. Robin has PTSD, yet her positive attitude and ability to be happy has inspired me. Wendy often said, Robin is very special, and that she is. Also, a better understanding that some molestation can be a disease. Seven years can’t cure this disease. It’s like a pedophile, pornography, or a pervert. Being an alcoholic or someone on drugs, they need help and understanding. Heaven forbid this happening to you or your young girls and boys. Find them help. Don’t wait until it’s too late and you regret not taking immediate action. I, Roy Murch, and Robin Frost are committed to saving lives and providing a better understanding that these things happen every day, every hour. Be aware, be warned, and be committed.

Chapter 1

On the Run

Well, my story starts the day I was born, June 9, 1959, in Denver, Colorado. All my sisters, except two and my brother, were also born in the state of Colorado. Including myself, I have eleven sisters and two brothers. My mother was born in the state of Maine, as well as my oldest sister. My youngest sister was born in the state of California.

I was eight weeks old when we left Colorado and moved to Northern California. I was the product of a pedophile dad that was sent to prison for molesting my older sisters. It’s funny my mom was fifteen when she had my oldest sister and it is exactly fifteen years between my oldest and youngest sisters. Mom, pregnant all her young life, kept us together. Mom was able to attend college a few years but relied on a waitress job to keep one step ahead of the police, afraid of losing her children and breaking up the family when her husband at the time went to prison.

It was scary. We kept moving and moving, just trying to find some kind of peace, my sisters wanting to go to school and be normal. The constant danger of being discovered kept us running. By now there was a warrant out for my mom for leaving the county. While in Legette, California, my sisters started school. It was beautiful, the tall redwoods and the wild flowers that covered the landscape. Only a few of my sisters attended school; the rest were on alert, waiting at a moment’s notice to take us from school and on the road once again. We couldn’t make friends. We did as we were told. My mom struggled to feed and clothe us. Mom was strong, and we all loved her.

We lost my brother. He remained at a private school. There was no time to get him as the police closed in. By this time my oldest sister was married at sixteen. One sister refused to come with us and was later sent to a Catholic school. Another sister either was on the streets or occasionally had a man. We ran to Portland Oregon, stayed with friends for a short time, then went back to California once again. I don’t know how, but we found this small town called Tranquillity and moved there. Mom got another job waitressing in Madera, California. Mom needed help, but every man she brought home thought they were a candy store. They forced us younger girls into the restroom. We were taught to perform oral sex. Later one of Mom’s lay-overs raped my older sister. From then on, it had been hard to close the restroom door. I never wanted to be restrained in a room where there was no way out and where I wasn’t in control.

Well, now we lived in this peaceful town, Tranquillity. Hopefully we could relax for a while and the running would stop. I was now seven years old. What was a little girl to do? My older sisters found beaus and seemed to be having fun. My mom continued to work, even though work was fifty miles away. There were difficult times, sometimes the car broke down. A neighbor, which was my sister’s beau, took Mom to work. He also worked in Madera at a Standard Oil Service Station. He drove his dad’s car and had to steal it one time to get my mom to work. He looked like a grown man, but he was also a kid. He was funny and seem concerned. His name was Roy, and I guess I should introduce myself as Robin, as my complicated story is revealed.

They had school dances in the park of Tranquillity. My two sisters and I connived a plan. We asked the man for money to call our mom or for various other reasons. To impress his girl, he gave us all his change. We used the money for candy and drinks or at the local Tasty Freeze. I was good at it. I could roll my big blue eyes, and they couldn’t refuse. No bragging, just fact, I was the best conniver. My two older sisters and I attended school; the rest stayed home. My sister Wendy graduated from the eighth grade. I wanted to learn and enjoyed school. I wanted an education. As time went on, we became comfortable and let our guard down. Who could find us in this small town?

Roy got his own car, and my mom helped him get a driver’s license. Mom had a way to get to work. Roy connected as he fell in love with her daughter. Roy was held back and sad; he lost a close friend just before we moved to Tranquillity. He told us his parents’ car broke down in Madera. A friend that dated his sister fell asleep on the couch after working a twelve-hour shift. His parents called, so Roy woke up his friend. They left for Madera, but just after leaving Tranquillity, his friend fell asleep at the wheel. Roy yelled, and the car went out of control. End over end, the car went down a cliff as it left the highway, then hit a tree. No seat belts, Roy kept rotating his hands as the car rolled over and over. When it finally came to a stop, the driver’s door was open. Roy looked for his friend. The top of the car landed on his head. Roy tried to lift the car off his friend and cried for help. Two other men that came by stopped to help. The constable of the town was called and took Roy to a neighbor’s house. Roy said he was still in shock and his friend died.

The next day, his friend’s father held a gun to Roy’s head and was going to kill him. He accused Roy of stealing his son’s watch and money because he just got paid. He didn’t fire the weapon. But the following day the father was back again to kill Roy because he didn’t die in the wreck that killed his son. Roy wasn’t allowed to attend the funeral, and Roy had nothing to do with this family afterward. They were longtime friends with his family.

Well, my sister and I continued to take money from nice men, trying to impress their girlfriend. We always had spending money. We looked forward to every dance the school had.

It was hot, and the trestle was the place to go to cool off. The trestle was about a mile away, down the railroad tracks. Mom asked my sister and me to catch catfish because we were low on food. We caught them by hand and put them in our bucket. Mom cleaned and cooked the fish; she was proud of us.

I don’t know how it happened or who called. The police surrounded our house. My mother was at work, just us three younger girls at home. I ran for the back door; my other sister ran to the restroom and called for me. We were trapped in the restroom, with no way out. We screamed and refused to open the door. My youngest sister got caught right away. I was getting hungry, and they promised to take us to see our mother. We didn’t know the police went to Madera and already had our mother in custody. We opened the door, and they grabbed us. They put all of us in the car. They lied and took us to juvenile hall. My older sisters were caught and sent to Fontana to live with our aunt. The three of us younger girls were sent to El Monte at another aunt’s home. My mother got ninety days in the county jail. The very thing my mom didn’t want to happen for us was to be separated. Roy and his friend for a long time never knew what or where we were. Just as soon as Roy found us, they made a trip to Fontana. The aunt did not trust them with the girls and did not allow the girls on dates. Roy and his friend spent the day visiting and bought groceries to help, then went back to Tranquillity.

Chapter 2

Mom’s Release

Mom was out of jail and told she would lose her children unless she had a job and provided a home. Also, the aunt would have to live there for three months to ensure we had a safe environment.

Mom was determined to bring her family back together. Low-income housing found her a home in Inglewood, on Lennox Boulevard, right down from the sheriff station. It wasn’t long when Roy was back again. Our lives were beginning to be normal, and we all enrolled in school.

After ninety days, Mom had full custody, and my older sister moved back home. My brother was located. Now we waited for the legal system to prepare the final papers to bring my brother home. I sure missed and loved my big brother.

Roy continued to court my older sister, and sometimes we got to go to the drive-in theater with them. My two sisters and I lay on the top of the car, while Roy and my sister smooched in the car. He bought us popcorn, my favorite candy, Snickers, and a drink. Roy tried to make it fun for all of us. While at home, Roy brought his records and turntable over, and we danced. When Wipe Out played, he asked us younger girls to shimmy. I did this until my stomach ached. My tits weren’t developed yet. Roy would dance and bend backward and touch the floor with his hands. My other sister Wendy would watch him dance and had a crush on him, but he preferred my blond sister. Too bad, I think they would have been a better couple.

On another note, we loved to entertain anyone that would watch us, the three of us, the babies as we were called. We hung sheets on the clothesline out back, brought chairs, and invited the neighbors. We pulled the sheets, sang, and did short skits. We were cute, and everyone clapped after each performance. Mom taught us to sing Sad Movies because she liked the song.

It was going on a year and no word from the courts when our brother might join and complete our family. He was hurt. He thought he was abandoned, never realizing the position Mom was in. We were able to visit him; he just couldn’t understand.

Roy got drafted and plucked into the army on May 20, 1969, five days after his twenty-first birthday. I just couldn’t understand how the government could do such a thing. I was sure glad I was a girl. To hell with Women’s Lib. I was nine years old—well, almost