Soothsayer


The Survival Story of a determined little boy
-Soothsayer



My Story
-Soothsayer
Age:48
Delray Beach, Florida
December 2008

I was 7 or 8 years old when my parents divorced, my mother stayed single for about a minute. I have 2 sisters and 4 brothers one is no longer with us. Nobody knows the truth of my childhood but my Doctor, and the few family members that will listen. Yes I have lived a lie for so many years! But I was just too fragile to let this disgusting truth come out to everybody else, I have an “everything is beautiful” story I have told the world… I guess now you’ll see why I’ve lied so long.

My story is graphic and unsavory, but the true story is what I need to tell, to free my soul. I do warn you! If you can’t deal with base things, stop here. If you need healing, and are where I was… read on and deal with it in a better and faster way. No matter what your abuser says or threatens you with, it's worth your freedom and healing.

It must have been real hatred between mom and dad, they divorced and boom my mom meets him… My mother’s new man and soon to be husband, is also my perp. I was so young and I had no idea of right and wrong physical behavior. To me it was not in anyway unusual except, he liked to push and slap me, “playing” like my eldest brother did… “He wanted to toughen me up”! (I am not sure he knew I was gay) I didn’t like it, but I didn’t react to it. Lonnie, my big brother was very hard on me too. So I figured it was my life. Nobody objected? So, at first it was duel abuse, I once had a broken arm from being thrown from my big brother to one of his sport’s friends like a football. He also hit me really hard all the time that got worse with the years. I grew up and left home early… My stepfather did not.

Walter Lesley Bradbury was an ex United States Marine. I say this as he used it for a crutch to hang his evil treatment of all of us. For me…he had locked his mind on me to do the physical things to. Later I realized I look exactly like my mother.

Every morning at 4:30 I would hear his deep voice bellow out “Boy” meaning me, so I would get out of bed and make his breakfast, in my undies… of course it was now the 70’s so I was older and whipped into shape. Also, mom didn’t want to cook or clean anything. So she just sat in her lingerie and watched us do everything. He would sometimes come up to me and grab my behind or caress my breast, but then he would give me a slap and kiss me on the mouth…and simultaneously he said “I can kill you, with my bare hands in 1 second. So, I would really hurry cooking his food and try to get out of the kitchen. As I aged this began to change, for the worst. He began to rape me. He would catch me in the morning (he would eat and then make me perform oral sex on him) Or when he would come home from work. I was home schooled with a thing called “American School”. They said to watch my baby brother, but it was really to be home for him and the horror begins.

Walter was a surveyor of land and he worked for the county. I do not know how old I was exactly but, we had moved to Mississippi from Indiana then North Dakota. (Indiana, North Dakota, and Mississippi in maybe 4 years)? It Begins to worsen on a rainy day he worked out doors. So he came home very early! That day, my baby brother was enjoying some “Sesame Street”, I was doing kitchen cleaning and laundry. I heard him pulling into the driveway. I wanted to vomit, really. I jump to run and do everything I could so there were no excuses for a beating, but he caught me. He began to slap the daylights out of me and call me “girl” and "pansy" and much more vulgar names…hurting names. He told me to go and get him the “Cake Taker” (long handle made of plastic). He lay me over a toad-stool foot rest and tied my hands to my knees. He levied the blows with his full force till blood ran down me. He then ripped my pants off and began entering me with a hard thrust, I do believe I passed out for some of it, but it was a long and horrible time. It marked the first of many similar incidents. All this happens and my mother would not listen if told and did not stop what she saw. She would not let me get help nor tell anyone.

We moved to the “Pan Handle” of Oklahoma, it continued and I was finally put back into public school. I was tested and placed in a remedial class, as I could not do math or spell. They could not stop me from crying all the time. I met Principal Longest and he wanted to see me at his office, I felt like I wanted to vomit (like with Walter). What was he going to do??? I was hysterical in no time. My Teacher was a young and compassionate lady and held me. That’s when she saw my scars. She told the principal after a long Q&A session. They called the police. I was not asked about sexual abuse! Only the scars. I LIED to the policeman. Then went back to class. After I was finished for the day I got on the “short Bus” and went home. I felt like vomiting again as I neared the house, but the house was quite and Walter was not home.

I cooked the food and had it timed for Walter’s arrival as I was taught to do. All was on schedule. It was a Wednesday and I had made his calendary demand of hash and mashed with peas and garlic bread. As I set it on the table his truck pulled up. I twisted off the lid to his beer and gave him the sports page on top of the news paper. He sat down at the table and all of us sat at our places. He then asked me to say grace, I did. Then the knock came on our front door!

I saw my parents both on the cold porch talking to a man, honestly, I had no idea who it was and didn’t feel anything was wrong. It was December and people would come by with gifts of food for us 3 remaining boy’s. I was now the “Oldest” and did not know we were poor. After awhile he opened the door and gently said “Boy”, I jumped up and ran to him. That is when I saw the officer, the same one from school. He asked me to turn and raise up my shirt so he could see my back and I would not do it! After 3 requests he left me there. I did not return to school after that.

The next day I got up at 4:30 AM to make his breakfast (This day I was not order to perform oral sex on him). I went into my room and laid back down by my youngest brother. He left and I nodded off. When I woke up it was only me and little Larry at home, even my mom was gone. I started cleaning the house after I feed my youngest brother (He was son of Walter and my mom). Around 3 pm Walter pulled up. He was very drunk. He stumbled into his chair in the front room and started to ridicule Larry! I was horrified that he might hurt my baby brother. I listened closely and thought of what to do! We had an old wine bottle full of penny’s in the kitchen for I guess an ornament, but it was heavy. He made Larry cry and I was so unnerved that he might hurt my brother that I said, “Larry, come to me”. I do not know how I did that. Larry ran into the kitchen and wham! The recliner went up, Walter was advancing into the kitchen and we had no way out! I pushed Larry behind me and Walter stopped. He swaggered a bit and said ”What the &*%$ do you think you are a man”? Me and Larry had by now moved into a tight corner. I said “You don’t touch this Baby. He didn’t hurt you. Get back now” and he did! He moved back into his chair and said “I need a nap, but when I wake up; I am going to tear you limb from limb. I am also going to beat the shit out of your little brother and nail him inside his toy box until he smoothers to death!"

Then he just went limp. I felt empowered I guess from his retreat, but I was very afraid for my baby brother. After Larry calmed down and he was no longer crying, I laid him down for a nap. I got up as soon as I heard his first sweet little snore. I went back into the front room and in complete silence put all the toys away. Then I entered a dark space in my mind. All of a sudden I was so afraid of him doing to Larry, what he did to me. I felt my life was ruined. I wanted save Larry's. Walking so silent, I entered the kitchen and lifted the old wine bottle filled with penny’s. I lifted it above the top of Walter's head I brought down into his skull. I truly thought I had killed him. I saw water fill the front of his pants and I said out loud “yup dead”. Then I went into the medicine chest and took a full bottle of sleeping pills from a doctor, for my worthless mom. She just pulled up and came into my situation with a lot of gifted food for us all. I moved into the closet and grabbed a hanger. She sat down in her chair crying for him!!! I opened the hanger. At this time I also had a paring knife. I told her not to move and slipped the hanger over her head. I then said “Mom, you want to watch me die so just watch! Thinking I was going to die any second, I used the knife to make her afraid to get up. I remember only a small fragment of someone pouring coffee and a lot of salt into my mouth and the waking up slowly in a hospital. In my quest to die, I realized I had failed. I pulled out all the tubes the medical staff had put in me. This continued but after a few day’s I did awake. I was so depressed and crying like only you could imagine. The officer that had come to the door that night quietly stepped in, but he was in normal clothing. His name was Bob Cannon, his first words to me were “your Step dad is alive and in custody, your mom is okay, and your brothers are at my house. Your doctor examined you while you were asleep and found evidence of a sexual relationship with your step dad. No more lies, tell me what he did to you”. I told him, with prodding, what happened. He cried and hugged me. He placed his hand on my head and said to me that “I was safe now and so was Larry”. Several days later a young male nurse came into my room and told me “I was going on a plane ride”. I said, what? I don’t have any money and don’t know where I was going?" I became afraid because I had never been on a plane in my life, but he said “not to worry and that he had some happy things for me”. First he gave me a bath then dressed me in new clothes that fit! He gave me shocks and new shoes. He let me sit by a table as he combed my hair. Then in came little Larry with Mr. Cannon! I was so thrilled, but all that vanished when my mom also came in. I went bonkers over it till they pushed her away from me. I ended up on the floor in a fetal position. Mr. Cannon laid me down. All the nurses and doctors came in and I was given a shot. After I was drugged, the male nurse came back with a wheelchair and put me in it. He gave me two new coloring books and took me to the door outside. Then I was placed in an Ambulance and driven to the airport in that ambulance. I was then placed on a jet airplane! I was drugged so much, they carried me to a seat in the back and the nurse sat down next to me too. Off we went to Indiana, and I entered Larue Carter Hospital of psychiatry.

Walter was found guilty on 4 counts Sodomy, Crimes Against Nature, Inflicting Torture on a Minor, and Attempted Murder. He died in Oklahoma State Penitentiary. serving a 80 year sentence.

I know this is a long story, but it is the story. I am now 48. As I said and time has changed a lot. Mom and Walter are dead now, along with my brother Tod. Larry is grown and a father of two. He remembers very little of anything. I know the world made a better place for him. We don’t speak much, but he is fine and happy. It hurts me that he has never mentioned anything or thanked me for anything I did for him. I guess he has repressed it. My sister is older than me and never saw anything firsthand.

I live in South Florida and am reaching a place in my life that I need to help others. I can't go through life poisoned by my past. I just had a massive heart attack last month and have had to live afraid of everything. I suffer and do not leave my home unless I absolutely have to. I am living alone and suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as well as many phobias. I am awaiting complete disability now.

I have a brilliant psychiatrist. I am listening to him as well as being medicated. I must be medicated to live. I hope to end all this and reach higher. Getting this off my chest is part of reaching my goal. My hope is that; if you’re reading this, and it is happening to you, you will do whatever it takes to get to the police, and do not stop! Make them know you’re being raped and beaten now!













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