Old Farmer Willy

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a story of a foster girl i knew when i was 13.she was beaten and melested by her foster parents.i helped her runaway. i took her to a farm outside the city.old willy was his name.he lived alone and needed help on the farm. so i made a match.

Submitted: February 11, 2011

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OLD FARMER WILLY
This story is about a friend that I had a when I was 13 years old. Her name was Karen. She was living in a Foster home, and not in a good one, she was my best friend we were together day and night when we could. She never wanted to go home. She was at my house all the time, you see her Foster parents used to beat her. She was always black and blue. Her foster father used to do things I do not even want to repeat, id hold her and tell her she was safe with me as she told me what he did. Her Foster mother didn't care.
We walked to and from school together. On Friday i would wait on the front stoop of her house for her while she slipped in unseen and grabbed clothes, and spent the weekend at my house. On this Friday when we got to her front door her Foster father was waiting, he grabbed her by the hair of her head and yanked her in the door. I could hear her screaming. I rang the doorbell and the Foster mother answered the door. She said that Karen was punished and not allowed to spend the weekend. Then she said go home and slammed the door in my face.
I walked home which was like six blocks away. I knew she would show up, she always did, she just had to escape form her foster father. 3 hours later, still no Karen. 6 hours later, no Karen. By now I'm starting to get worried so I called her house her stepmother answered, she told me Karen wasn't allowed any calls. Midnight and still no Karen, so I went to bed. 3:00 AM and here she comes crawling in the window of my room. I wake up and turn on the light. When I saw her, I wanted to cry. She was full of blood, her left eye was black and blue and her lip was swollen and split. She was soaked from the rain outside and shaking like a leaf. She set down on my bed, and started to cry. I went and got a towel, and wrapped it around her shoulders. I sat down next to her and she started to tell me what happened. She said when her Foster father grabbed her by her Hair he drug her up the steps to her room. Where he beat her with his fists until she passed out. She said when she woke up she had no clothes on and was tide to the bed. She said tried like hell to get the rope off, I wanted to go beat the piss out of him. She said she had no choice but to yell for her foster mother. A few minutes later, her Foster mother opened the door. Karen asked to use the bathroom and her foster mother untied her. She said she went to the bathroom put on dirty clothes from the hamper, and climbed out the window and ran to my house. She was crying hysterically pleading with me to hide her and not let them hurt her anymore. Then she looked me in the eyes and said if she had to go back, she would kill herself. She was 12 years old and had 7 more years to go through this shit. I could see her point.
After a few minutes, she calmed down and she changed into dry clothes. I got her a wet rag and helped her wash the blood off her face.
She crawled up on the bed and laid her hand on the pillow. As soon as her head hit the pillow, there was a banging on the front door. My mother worked at nights so we are all alone. At 4:00 AM I knew it was no body else but her Foster parents. She immediately started to shack and cry. she started rocking back and forth with the covers pulled up around her trying to hide, saying please don't let them take methey will beat me for Sneaking out. So I told her to hide under the bed. I went and answered the door. I was still in my pajamas, so when I opened the door I played like I was asleep. He started yelling at me calling me all kinds of names. She tried to force her way through the door. I stopped your and told them they were not allowed in and that I had not seen Karen since I walked her home from school. He started yelling about calling the cops, saying that he knew she was in my house. I told him to go ahead and call the cops, and then I would tell them everything I knew about what they were doing to her. He shut his mouth and then looked at her and said let's go. He then looked at me and said, she has to come home sometime, and if she is not home by Monday before school, I'm calling her in as a runaway, and laughed Then Walked away. I shut the door making sure i locked it and went back to my room. I told her it was ok to come out. She crawled up on the bed and I sat next to her. She told me she was never going back there. Then asked if I would help her? I had to do something. So I told her lets sleep on it, and in the morning, we would think of something. The next morning around 10 o'clock I woke up to find the bed empty. I got up put some clothes on and went to the kitchen. There she sat with my mother eating breakfast. He and I knew my mom only had a couple hours before work so she and would be leaving soon. After my mom went to work and made sure i locked the door. As we sat finishing our cereal, I had told Karen I had a prize for her. While she was finding some other clothes to put on, I gave her a bag and told her to put all her things in it. She wanted to know why and where we were going. All I told her was it was a long walk and she would see. As she packed her things, I packed us a little Snack. I got in gear and we left. I was taking her to see farmer Willy. He was an old man I met one day while I was out riding my bike. He was trying to catch some chickens that were loose in the road. I helped him gather them up, and he offered me a cold drink for my help he even gave me a ride home later that day. I often went back there to see if he needed any help doing other things. I never brought Karen here. Willy was alone on a big farm and had trouble kipping up with all the work. He had no children, and his wife had died 10 years ago. Willy lived like 30 miles back a dirt road I found one day while I was out riding my bike. As we road Karen was amazed at how the land changed from city to farmland. There were no big buildings here, no people, no cars, no trash, just clean air and trees. She was never out of the city. We road all the way to Willy’s place, and I stopped and told her it was time for a snack. So we stopped and sat in a spot in a field across from the farm. As we ate, I said look at that farm. She said she would love to live on a farm. Then she let out a squeal that made me jump. When I asked what was wrong she giggled and pointed across the road at a cow. Then asked if she could pet it. I said lets go see if the owner was home, and see if she could. As we walked up the drive, Willy came out to meet us with a big smile. He was always glad to have visitors. I introduced him to her, and told him she wanted to pet a cow and he laughed. I told her that I knew Willy for about a year now, and she punched me in the arm, and said that was for not bringing her before now. Willy told her she could go in the barn and pet a newborn calf if she wanted to. When he told her that her face lit up and she started jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She ran to the barn and we followed her. As we walked, I told Willy about her situation with her keepers and what they were doing to her. He said he was wondering what happened to her face and it was a shame. She came running out of the barn yelling Donna he has a pig with little piggy’s! Willy thought it was funny how excited she was about the farm. He took us on a tour, with Karen loving every minute of it. Willy invited us to stay for lunch, and before I could say anything, she said yes we would love to, with her huge smile. As Willy cooked us up some ham and potatoes with onions and eggs, I said to him, Willy how would you like to have some help here on the farm. He asked what I meant. So I said you need help and Karen here needs a safe place to live and a job. Karen looked at me and smiled. Old Willy was silent for a long time. Then He asked Karen to help with the toast He filled our plates, set them in front of us and sat down. Karen told Willy He was a good cook, Willy thank her with a smile. We finished our lunch and Karen and I wash the dishes. Then Willy told us to follow him to the living room. Willis house and still looked like his wife lived there. There were flowered paintings, lace doilies, and big flower prints living room furniture. Willy even had a cat. Willy and I sat on the couch and Karen sat in the chair. Willy stared at Karen for a little while. Then he looked at her and asked how old are you child? Thirteen Karen said. Where are your parents he asked? I do not have any parents, she said. My mother dropped me off at the church doorstep when I was three months old. From then on, I was passed from Foster home to Foster home. Each one being worse than the last. Donna gave me the gist of how you are living. About your Foster parents now. I can’t imagine living in a place like that. Do they know where you are at now? Willy asked. No, she said. Im always running off somewhere. I’m supposed to be in by dark. When I don’t go home tonight they will go to Donna’s house she said. I haven’t seen her since after school ill say. Are we all done here with breakfast, he asked. I’m full Karen says adding it was wonderful Willy. I’m stuffed. Let us clear the table Willy. Works for me he says. Ill meet you gals on the front porch. As soon as Karen hears the front screen door slam, she jabs me in the ribs with her elbow and says, Donna this is a great idea. I can help Willy in exchange for staying here. I can hide here forever. Oh, Donna this is my only hope. Please try to talk Willy into it. Okay okay… calm down I tell her. Lets finish up here fast and find out if it’s gonna work. She washed I tried. Then we cleaned the table and went out side. I could see she was so nervous. Willy was in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe. It smelled so good. I sat down on a bench on the side of Willy so we could look at each other. Karen sat next to me holding my hand, squeezing it now and then with a death grip. We all sat there watching the animals in the barnyard. Karen why don’t you go feed them chickens there, the feed is in the bucket outside the pen. Just through a scoop or two around. Yes sir she says jumping right up and running off. When she was out of earshot, Willy says I don’t need any trouble here Donna. I say I no Willy. I would never bring anything down on you. I tried to reassure him. She has no one Willy. No one will ever come looking for her. Her adopted parents don’t care. They will just adopt another kid to torture. Willy shook his head, puffing on his pipe. I don’t usually put my two cents into others problems but I cannot help but feel sorry for her, he says. Willy she is such a sweet girl, she might be small but she is strong for her size. She can do all the work you need around here, so you can lighten you load. I turn and look Willy in the eyes and say, she needs you just as much as you need her Willy. He sat back rocking back and forth, puffing away on the pipe, in thought.
Then after what felt like forever he said, I could use some help around here, and I do get lonely. Okay she can stay, but if anyone comes looking for her you will have to come back for her. You won’t be sorry Willy. You will see. She will be a good girl. She just needs someone other then me to love, and two love her back. This is a good thing I tell him. I call for Karen to come back to the porch. Willy ads make sure you shut the gate. We don’t won’t chickens all over the yard. She did as she was told and came running up and sat beside me on the bench. I love feeding the chickens Willy their funny and she giggled. Willy looked at me and said ok she can stay. Karen jumped up and hugged Willy, saying to him thank you Willy you will not regret this. I promise I will to be a good girl.
I went to see her every weekend.
by: d. Hampton 2/19/2010


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