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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2024-07-09 00:34:27+00:00.

This one’s tough to write; I’ll explain later.

So it’s the late eighties. I’m living with my monster of a father, slowly realizing this fact as an eleven year old doing his best in Germantown, Mass.

My dad was the neighborhood molester. That’s a pretty stupid way to say it, but it’s what I am and was dealing with.

All the kids knew it, mostly because there’s been stories left and right that I hear from the kids, and I myself have been violated in every orifice. Only months before this did I realize that this wasn’t normal or okay. Even when I did, it registered as something that just “sucked but oh well”. It really wasn’t the type of horrible it is now. It was horrible for me in every way, but it was like I do t know, work.

Sorry that this was the background to build to this , but this is the last apology for it.

My dad tries to get me out of the house sometimes. Let’s just say I wasn’t his first choice when it came to his violations. I was closer to last. Don’t ask me why that actually hurt more than anything else. Anyway he wanted me out so I asked if I could take the laser tag stuff and he said yeah. It took me too long (according to him ) to get all the laser tag stuff and he finally said to me “look Richie I don’t fucking care what you do but you better get outta this house quick and ficking get creative!”

He was playing video games with one of my best friends thst he liked playing alone with so I knew what that meant. I took off and hatched the best worst MC they sent me away from him and out to Arizona.

I didn’t have all the laser tag stuff to play with others but I still had a shooter. I knew that it changed the channels on people’s TVs (the ones who had that new cable ). So I was going to be the creative-est emmeffer he ever seen. I was gonna get him caught by the adults by kissing them all off and running home.

There I was going to any house I could see through the window and the tv was on and started shouting my laser tag gun at the control box. It was as random as it was fun. Some of the tvs changed channels some the volume muted or went up and others just shut off. It was so much fun seeing dads get pissed at their kids especially some of the kids I didn’t like (who beat me down because they got mokested from my dad or he tried or they knew about it).

I tapped on the window with the laser gun sometimes , I flipped others off sometimes , one time I just knocked on a door and asked if "my dad could bum a couple cigarettes " like he would usually have me contested the end of the month when we were broke. You know, I got creative.

Before you knew it there was a plethora of Peggies and Pauls plodding down to my house (quadriplex) to give my dad what for. It was exciting to see at first. Then my eleven year old self got a little scared. I was hoping he’d get caught but quickly regretted this tactic. The first guy who knocked was "Sean"s dad. He was the guy I asked about cigarettes. I knew he would be pissed but damn was he pissed. He banged on the door…

“Richie get your dad down here or I’m coming up”.

I ran up to midway to the stairs when I had second thoughts.

Then I heard the wet sounds of disgust

Fuck it Let’s have third thoughts. I pointed up the stairs I was sitting on the very second Sean’s dad barged in.

He looked at me curiously as he Kobe-stomped past me up the stairs. Then I heard it. God I wish I saw the whole thing. All I could see is the look of disgust and surprise mixed across Sean’s dads face as he saw my dad being an absolute monster to this poor child, one of my best friends.

A fight ensued. My dad was angry beyond I’ve ever seen , screaming “you can’t be in my house get the heck out of hear we were playing games !!!”

Sean’s dad responded "I know what I saw you dirty son of a " then It was kind of a blur. Okay well not a blur I just don’t remember.

As I walked up the rest of the stairs Sean’s dad walked down with my best friend in his arm as he asked me “you too?” But kind of asked it with his eyes.

I went with them and we all hung out at Sean’s house for awhile until I realized my dad didn’t know I ever came home. I think Sean’s dad expected me to Spend the night, but I left after supper. Sean’s dad was talking to him and I could tell it was gonna get personal so I’m glad I made the choice in that moment.

I went home to an already sleeping father who then woke me up hours later to tell me to pack up a trash bag Time to leave for Arizona.

TLDR: I hosted my own version of to catch a predator.