It got to a point where i wanted people to ask questions,and not believe the excuses they were given.On the rare occasion when this did happen,the dragon would tell them i had been in a fight with some other kid,and lied because i didn't want people to know what a loser i was.Yet no matter what i said or did,i was always going to be the loser,i would never win.I soon gained a reputation as a bit of a fighter,yet if the truth be known i had never really had a fight,apart from with debbie my sister,but all siblings do that at some point in their lives.Because of my reputation kids who thought they were hard,or real fighters,would pick on me and try to get me to fight.When i wouldn't retaliate i became a target for all the bullies.I was a nervous wreck,beaten and abused at home,then bullied every day at school.I would be kicked punched and spat on,my long hair was often pulled from the roots,and the name calling was just as hurtful.I had just started secondary school,and alot of the bullies came to the same school,but for every one that had moved to a different secondary there were two more ready to take their place.I hurt so much more on the inside,than they could ever hurt me on the outside.Taking my sisters bike,i rode up the main road to the busy junction.i just sat there,sweating and shaking waiting for something big to come along and put me out of this misery.There it was, a huge wagon full of potatoes,taking a deep breath i pulled out into the middle of the road.Whether i panicked,or the driver sensed what i was going to do,i don't know,but now i was at the other side of the road,shaken but totally unscathed.The poor driver was out of his cab,shouting and swearing at me,i rode off as fast as i could,without so much as an appology,eventually returning home my eyes red and puffy from crying.Uncle jerry was there,and asked if i had been crying like a baby,and why.I told him straight out,i was sick of my life,and every one always having a go at me as if every thing that went wrong in this godforsaken town,was my fault.Jerry told me not to worry anymore,he was sorry if he had any part in making me feel so sad.He said he had a suprise for me,and that everything would be ok.I got on with the ironing,while the rest of them sat down to eat.I was half listening to their conversation,and half waiting for a complaint about my cooking again.He told my mother he was taking me away for the weekend,she shrugged,saying my dad wouldn't like it,but she could say i had gone to janes for the weekend.(my best friend had moved to a village about 20 miles away we were both devastated).Debbie said she would like to come along too,but jerry told her no,it was a special weekend just for me,because i had been so unhappy lately,and he needed to cheer me up.lately,i thought to myself,i had been sad as long as i could remember.Uncle jerry was finally sorry for all the times he had hurt me,and now he was going to make it up to me.Excitement took over as i climbed into the back seat of his car,and soon i had drifted into a well needed sleep.I had slept for the full journey,and jerry woke me as we arrived.I looked around,i had no idea where we were,and to be honest i didn't really care.There was a lovely little cottage that backed onto a wood,and not another house in sight,so quiet and peaceful.Uncle jerry told me i could go pick some flowers if i wanted,and we would put them in the cottage.He had never been this nice to me,so i knew this was going to be a really special weekend.That evening we had toast and a glass of warm milk,he even let me watch the wild rabbits for a while,before tucking me up in bed and gently kissing my forehead(just like my dad used to).The next morning after breakfast we went for a walk in the woods.Uncle jerry kept telling me the names of the flowers and trees,it was like he was a different person,one i could even begin to like-maybe.I went off on my own for a while,eventually resting under a tree,enjoying the peace and quiet.This had to be the best place in the world,and i was lucky enough to be here,i wondered if this was heaven.Eventually i returned to the cottage,where jerry had made sandwiches and crisps for tea.Some time later i got washed and put my nightgown on,and settled down to listen to the radio.We heard a car,uncle jerry said they must be lost,and went out to see if they needed any directions.Two men came in wth him,one was about my uncles age,the other looked really young.It turned out they were father and son,and the lad had just turned 21.Uncle jerry said we should all have a drink to celebrate,and got a bottle of whiskey out.This unnerved me a little,i didn't want him to stop been the nice man i had spent the last couple of days with.They were knocking back the drink,like there was no tomorrow,and before long the older one was too drunk to drive,It was decided they should stay the night,and continue their journey the next day.The more they drank,the louder they become,shattering the lovely silence of this piece of heaven.I asked if i could be excused,and went to bed,struggling to block out the noise,I was half asleep when i felt someones hand on my leg,creeping up slowly,and all the time he was muttering something,i could smell the whiskey and i knew it wasn't my uncle.He pushed his finger inside my vagina,i tried to push him away,he just kept saying sh sh sh i don't want to hurt you.He wasnt as rough as my uncle,and i could feel his willy on my leg,but it wasn't hard like jerry's,and he couldn't get it inside me.He kept trying and i kept fighting,in the end he just sat on the edge of the bed for a while,before going back to them,still dressing himself.They cheered,and asked him what it was like,he replied it was great,she's a real go-er.It wasn't until i was a lot older that i realised my special weekend away,had been nothing more than a set up,What A Fool.