Not about the guitar, not funny

I'm learning guitar now. Someone had posted a phone number and the fact that he is a guitar teacher, so I called him up. When he knocked on the door it was such a blast from the past. He looks just like the guy that my friend was nuts over when we were 18, but better because he looks like he eats on occasion. The friend I mentioned here before, who doesn't know how to drive and doesn't pick up quickly on social clues (see current events/car impounded). I'll call her Maria.

Maria was not like my other friends. Her family had immigrated and didn't speak English, even after many years in America. Maria took care of the bills and handled the errands, and went to her brother's parent-teacher conferences, while going to school and working. Maria told me she lost her virginity at 12, to a guy who sounded almost too perfect. I still had mine.

Maria's dad hit on me, twice. The first time I was babysitting her little brother and suddenly her dad came home drunk. The second time she had to go out for a few minutes and left me playing Monopoly with another brother, and again the dad suddenly came home. Both times he argued with the brother (I didn't understand their language) and both times the brother left the room disgustedly. Then her dad tried to hit on me. He offered to buy me a watch if I would cooperate. Both times I fought him off, got out of the house, and got to a gas station to call my mom to come pick me up (no mobile phones back then). I told my mom that Maria and I had a fight.

I had to stop hanging out with Maria. I was mad at her for leaving me at her house where he could do that, and I couldn't tell her that he was doing that. And mostly because I was afraid of her dad. I wriggled out of the relationship and never saw her again.

Years later, I was doing dishes in the kitchen one night and suddenly realized that her dad had been molesting her since she was 12. That must have been why she would find reasons to leave me alone in her house. She wanted help and didn't know how to get it; maybe she thought if he did it to me I'd report him. Instead of helping her I cut her off and left her wondering why.