Although this story begins when Treva is under 18, she is not sexually attacked until after turning 18 years old.
As Treva climbed on board the 28-foot cabin cruiser, she quickly looked over her shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief not to see her step-dad behind her. She quickly tossed her suitcase and backpack into the cabin and then moved quickly to check the two 30-gallon fuel saddle tanks. Both were full. Treva had spent enough time on the river while growing up to know that 60 gallons would take her about 125 miles upstream and more than 200 miles downstream. She started the engine and looked down the length of the dock again for her step-dad. The dock lights made puddles of light all along the dock. She knew it would be light in an hour. After the engine was running, she turned on the lights, untied the boat and turned south on the Ohio River.
For the first couple miles, she ran at a pretty good speed to get away, and then she cut the engines back to just above an idle. The cruiser continued downriver as Treva leaned on the wheel and thought of what drove her to this point.
Treva's mother and dad divorced when she was young, and her mother married Al Fowler when Treva was 10 years-old. Treva's mother had inherited a small cabin cruiser boat from her own mother and dad when they passed away, and the family spent many happy days cruising on the river, and many happy nights camping on the boat. The boat had a tiny kitchen area, a commode and sink and small sleeping/sitting area. Treva learned to pilot the boat and eventually took it out on her own without her mother and Al knowing. Five years after marrying Al, Treva's mother passed away when she was 15.
Treva never really trusted Al. He drank and he swore at her all the time. She spent more and more time with her friends and hiding out on the boat just to stay away from him. She ran away from him when he was drinking.
Over the three years after Treva's mother died, she attended high school, held a part time job and eventually graduated. She was hardly ever home, and that suited her just fine.
After graduating from high school, she was working at a small factory in Paducah, Kentucky until she decided what to do with her life. She had only been an average student, but she had never lacked for dates. Treva was a pretty brunette; 5'5" tall and 120 pounds, and although not promiscuous, had experienced sex with several guys.
As soon as she turned 18 the summer after her graduation, Al made his move. He hid his car and spent the evening drinking, and when she entered the house, he attacked and raped her. When he was finished, she ran to her bedroom, locked the door and packed her clothes. She dug her money stash of a couple thousand dollars from behind the shelf in her closet and waited quietly for Al to fall asleep.
When she heard the snores from his room, she grabbed some food and water, let herself out of the house, sliced his tires with the Swiss Army knife that her mother had given her and then drove the old car, that had belonged to her mother, to the marina. She had no plans other than to get away from Al Fowler before one of them killed the other.
As she piloted the small craft down the river, she made excellent time, and by early afternoon, Treva was happy to reach Cairo and the Mississippi River. She filled the gas tanks and then cruised across the river to Wickliffe, Kentucky where she docked her boat for the night and took a well-deserved rest. She slept like a baby.
Eventually, Treva made it to Memphis where she found an inexpensive dock area in an industrial area of town. She walked to a small store where she bought more water and food to continue her trip. She had almost reached her boat when she heard a deep voice behind her. "You need help wit dat?"
She jumped in surprise and dropped one of the bags as she turned quickly. There stood a big black man, who looked to be over six feet tall. He had muscles, but his stomach also hung over the waist of his jeans. Treva was afraid as she looked at the big man's face. He was just an average looking man, but he needed a shave, his clothes were dirty and his hair was disheveled.
"Wh-who are... who are y-you?" She asked as she stepped back.
"I said, 'you need help wit dat?' It look like you need help," he said as he stooped and began picking up the cans and boxes that were lying on the dock. Treva was too afraid to move as the man pushed everything back into the plastic bag and stood. He looked at her and asked, "Do you have any food you could spare? I ain't ate in a while."
She was numb as she turned and climbed onto her boat. He carried the bag and followed her. She slowly turned to him and asked, "Are you going to hurt me, mister?"
When he smiled at her, some of her fear fell away. He said, "No, I ain't gonna hurt you. I just want some food." She nodded her head and asked his name. "I'm Reuben. Who're you?" He asked as his eyes roamed from her face down to her tight tee shirt. He smiled as he noticed her breasts stretching the shirt. He continued down her body and saw that she had nice shapely tanned legs under her mid-thigh length shorts. Her voice brought his eyes back to her face.
