When we are born, we have no idea how our lives will turn out. Growing up, I never knew I would face the things I did. However, it was all in God’s plan for my life. I was nearly killed time and time again a trap was set for my life while I was provided with everything I wanted. This pump keep me as a slave to destroy me. GROWING UP
I was born in a small town call Vredenburgh, Alabama
population 500
, to Jack and Clara Richardson, the seventh of ten children. When I was born, the devil immediately tried to kill me. He attacked me with double pneumonia, and I had to stay in the hospital for two months before I was well enough to go home. As a child I got into all kinds of trouble. When I was four I would dance for money. After that the love of money was planted in me. I was the center of attraction in our town. Everyone would come to our home to play and watch television. Even though we had a outhouse, we were one of the first families to have a television and telephone. Our family washed clothes in a large black boiling pot, We grow peaches, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, greens and sugar cane. We ate meat from pigs, and chickens, that was raised as well as fish that my parents caught. I walked to school every day, thirty minutes each way. In our small town, everyone knew everyone.
Our town had one general store, My dad worked at the sawmill and drove a truck. While my mom cooked for everyone. It was my responsibility to make a fire each morning at five o’clock. At the age of ten, the devil tried to kill me again. I almost drowned while at a field trip with my school in Florida. Immediately the waves rolled in and took me under. I received mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and was revived. The devil continued to try and kill me I almost got beaten to death at age twelve. I still was popular in my school I began the Homecoming Queen and miss Vredenburgh High. THE TEEN YEARS At age 17 I got married to the man I thought that I loved. His name was Peter Davidson. Just to leave my parents house. But little did I know this was was a woman beater. Peter Davidson beat me every time he got drunk which was every day. After eight months I left him and move to the big city Detroit Michigan. Never would I thought I will end back up in the same way again. This time I met again man that I fell in love with not knowing he was a pimp. Jimmy Smith introduced me to the bar life. I started to work in the bar, and being to drink like it was water. Jimmy Smith ask me to work for him and he said do it for me. I said ok, I got a job first as a barmaid not knowing that this would cause me to be running for my life and face death.
ONE HORRIFYING EVENING One night while working as a barmaid, I met a man name Larry Jones he ask me my name I said Bonnie. So, Larry Jones said he would give me a lot of money and that sounds good to me because I could please my pimp and make him happy. The only problem was Larry Jones wanted me to go home with him to slept with him. I thought about it and say yes. I didn’t know about the fast life in the big city. I didn’t know that this would bring me face-to-face with death. We left the bar around 2 A.M. supposedly to go to his house. But Larry Jones took me to his friend’s apartment. And when we arrived, there were six more men’s there. The man I left the bar with immediately changed. It seems as if the devil had entered his body. Larry Jones started calling me out my name and saying terrible things to me. He said, “I will not give you a dime, and you are going to do everything I say.” I was so afraid that I did just that. The men proceeded to tie me up and tape my mouth shut so I couldn’t scream. At this point, they pulled out guns to let me see them so I would obey. Then they told me if I tried anything that I would die. Larry Jones that brought me there began to rape me over and over again. When he finish with me, Larry Jones told all of the other men to take me too. One by one, each man rape me again and again over and over. For five hours of torture did I go through with 7 men rapping me. During this period, I continued to slip in and out of consciousness. It felt as if my insides were torn up and I could no longer fill anything. I through, I don’t want to live anymore. They messed my body up. I laid there for hours listening to them talk about killing me and putting my body in the bumper. That night I made a bad choice just to please a pimp that I loved. I began to bleed really bad at that point, I really didn’t think I would live. So I thought that they were done rapping me and it started again and again with there, whole hands, there toes, and anything else they could find. I passed out. So they thought I was dead and began slapping and hitting me in my face until I said moan, but after a few hours I began to move cry and beg for mercy. Please please please don’t kill me please don’t. At that point, it was approximately 7:30 in the morning and all of the men were drunk and high. Larry Jones that brought me to the apartment said to one of the other men, “Okay, you can just kill her now and get rid of the body cut her head off, her hands, and her feet. And put it were it can’t be found. My heart dropped and my mind was thinking of everything like why did I do that. I will never see my family again. I want ever have any kids., I began to wish I had died all the other time, while I was yet thinking one of the men pull a gun out and pointed it to my head and say move get up and walk. I thought I can’t run of move this is it Bonnie. I close my eyes which was already blood shot red. And they kick me out side with bleed running everywhere in a blanket. I passed out again. I was only nineteen years old and only weighed ninety pounds. One of the other men said let me do it, I passed out again, the next time I open my eyes I saw the man that was supposed to kill me and he said come down and relax I am not going to kill you. Just tell me where you live. You need a doctor of you going to die you lost a lot of blood. This man was named Mark White and he said Bonnie tell me please where do you live I will take you there. Because I can’t kill you and live. Mark White said I didn’t know my friends was going to do this to you but, I had to do it of they would kill me and call me a punk. He said I am sorry for what we did to you. I said in a very weak voice you going to take me home. I still didn’t know if I was going to live or die. That was one horrifying night! It will be with me forever, As we drove, he said, “You know, my mother is saved, and live for the Lord. I was brought up right but end up with the wrong friends. “ I couldn’t say anything because I still didn’t think Larry was going to really kill you. Mark White continued to confess as we drove. I lost sight of the location of the apartment and where I been. All I knew is that it seemed far away. Finish we got to my apartment my heart began to weep and my soul began to get happy as I thought I would never see this place again. Mark began to cry and say I am really sorry please forgive me and my friends. After getting to the apartment I couldn’t get out of walk and Mark said Lord don’t let her die. Mark got out the car and carried me to the door and walked away as I lied there. Thinking how will I to get to my apartment. I know that the Lord was with me I began to crawl and slide with pain like I never felt before until I made it to the door. I remember thinking Mark lied to me and going to come back and kill me after all I saw all theirs faces all night long. At that point I really didn’t care if I die I die. I made it in side to the floor and there I laid with bleed every where until late in the evening. I couldn’t move of eat for days, later that evening my pimp Jimmy came over and he was shocked to see me in that state. He said let’s get you in the bathroom so you can soak in the tube. I need you to get well cause you got to go to work right away. I still couldn’t move. I told Jimmy what happened, I had cried so much my eyes were almost close and swollen so bad. I could only moan, I wanted to leave Michigan and go back home to my parents house. But I love the pimp names Jimmy and all I wanted to hear was he loved me and that I was his girl. Times passed, and I recovered and returned to the bar. But I never saw Larry Jones again and I didn’t want to see him or any of the other men. Barmaid was not for me so my pimp Jimmy introduced me to go-go dancing where the BIG money was. I auditioned and got the job.
