Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - Wednesday One-Shot: He Said I'd Never See My Mom Again
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                                        Welcome to Wednesday One Shots, the bi-weekly series where we share a bonus story with you in the middle of the week.
                                         
                                        This time around, we have a story by an author named Pilar.
                                         
                                        I was around nine years old when this happened, and my parents had been separated for about two years.
                                         
                                        Before I get to the main part of the story, here's some context.
                                         
                                        My mother, dad, and I were always very poor.
                                         
                                        At the time, my parents were trying to build a house in one of the most dangerous,
                                         
                                        neighborhoods in our city. It was overrun by drug trafficking. But it was all that they could afford.
                                         
                                        Otherwise, we'd be in the streets. The house was never really finished. It had half-built rooms,
                                         
    
                                        piles of construction material everywhere, and bare red brick walls with mold and water damage.
                                         
                                        It was crumbling, much like my parents' relationship and my childhood. My father was violent,
                                         
                                        unfaithful and never helped with anything.
                                         
                                        And then one night out of nowhere,
                                         
                                        I woke up to my mom shaking me awake,
                                         
                                        throwing a jacket over my shoulders
                                         
                                        and telling me we had to leave.
                                         
                                        We moved to another city
                                         
    
                                        and stayed with relatives
                                         
                                        for two years before returning.
                                         
                                        This is where the story begins.
                                         
                                        My mom and I moved into a small place
                                         
                                        somewhere that my father didn't know about.
                                         
                                        We later found out that he had been asking
                                         
                                        around the city trying to find where we move.
                                         
                                        Eventually, he found out.
                                         
    
                                        I was still very young, and despite everything, I begged my mom to let me see him.
                                         
                                        The court ultimately granted him visitation rights every other weekend, and for about a year,
                                         
                                        that's what we did.
                                         
                                        By then, he had a new partner, and he still lived in that old, decrepit house, so I spent
                                         
                                        weekends there.
                                         
                                        As awful as that place was, my younger brother also lived there, and we were close.
                                         
                                        My stepmom had a child with my dad.
                                         
                                        dad while he was still with my mom. He was about three years younger than me. When I stayed with
                                         
    
                                        them, we would play in the empty lots in the neighborhoods, using broken construction materials,
                                         
                                        rusted furniture, and bottle caps to build our imaginary theme parks. Having company and an imagination
                                         
                                        can really save a child's life. My father used to tell me that he was going to get my mom back
                                         
                                        and told me not to let any man get close to her.
                                         
                                        And at the time, I secretly hoped for a happy family reunion,
                                         
                                        even though I still liked my stepmother.
                                         
                                        The truth is, he didn't really take care of me during these weekend visits.
                                         
                                        I spent most of my time with my brother and my dad's partner
                                         
    
                                        since he was completely incapable of caring for a child.
                                         
                                        One weekend, something strange happened.
                                         
                                        It was nearly time for him to return me to my mom
                                         
                                        But instead of following our usual routine
                                         
                                        He suddenly ordered his partner and my brother to leave the house
                                         
                                        His partner started to protest
                                         
                                        But he shouted at her until she left
                                         
                                        The house was on a steep hill
                                         
    
                                        So he then took me down the hill
                                         
                                        To see a place that I had never been before
                                         
                                        We arrived at a woman's house
                                         
                                        I didn't recognize her but he introduced us
                                         
                                        and then told me I'd be staying with her for a while.
                                         
                                        The woman handed me a big glass of chocolate milk, my favorite.
                                         
                                        She was really nice and smiled warmly as she brought it to me from the kitchen, and I drank it.
                                         
                                        I became very sleepy, very quickly, and everything faded to black.
                                         
    
                                        When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my father's house.
                                         
                                        My mom was there screaming and crying.
                                         
                                        He was standing in front of her, panicking, repeating, don't do this, don't do this.
                                         
                                        My mom then scooped me up and carried me outside.
                                         
                                        It was the middle of the night and the streets were completely empty, but she was on a mission.
                                         
                                        She carried me all the way to the bus stop, where we waited for a while, and then left.
                                         
                                        Years later I found out what actually happened.
                                         
                                        My father had kidnapped me, instead of taking me to the agreed-upon drop-off
                                         
    
                                        location, he brought me to another woman's house, another mistress, and I was drugged.
                                         
                                        He showed up at the meeting point alone and told my mom that she would never see me again
                                         
                                        unless she agreed to get back together with him. Then he walked away. My mom completely lost it.
                                         
                                        She went straight to his house and screamed as she let herself in, but he wasn't there,
                                         
                                        so she waited until he showed up. When he did, she threatened to have a local bird. She was a
                                         
                                        drug dealer, kill him if he didn't take her to where I was, and he believed her.
                                         
                                        It was late, and she was screaming loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, so he knew
                                         
                                        that she wasn't bluffing. So he went back to his mistress's house, got me, and brought me home.
                                         
    
                                        That was when I woke up and saw my mom hysterical and terrified, yet somehow still strong enough
                                         
                                        to carry me out of that hellish situation. Dad, let's not meet ever.
                                         
                                        again.
                                         
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                                        not meet. Everybody stay safe.
                                         
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