After years of abuse at the hands of her husband, she's completely lost her mind. Sadly though, her insanity may be the only escape from her nightmarish marriage. This book is available in both paperback and e-books formats
Desperate to stop history from repeating itself through her kids, Roxy takes unimaginable measures to bring her torment to an end. Will Roxy save herself before it's too late, or will she find her way out through a hole in the ground?
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Will make you say, "Damn"
A newborn baby can't take being back here on earth and finds a crafty way out, recycled souls gather to determine their next level of fate, a woman is pushed to her breaking point, will the stand-off between s group of goths and a group of Christians ever end?
Sarah struggled to her feet as she was snatched up from the ground, tears were pouring from her eyes. She bent over to grab her favorite burette from the dirt; it was purple with a figurine of the toy Doctor from her favorite cartoon in the middle.
Everyday, when she arrived at Day Care, the first thing she would hear when she entered the classroom was, "tiiiime for your check up".
Sarah loved that show, it taught her how to take care of her stuffed animals, and her baby dolls. The Teacher had given her that burette for her birthday, and Sarah had decided to wear it in that day.
As she entered the classroom, she'd asked to use the restroom and when she got in there, she fixed her hair and adorned it with the gift she had been given. Now she was trying with all of her little might to protect the Doctor who had cared for, and protected so many others in their time of need
"You'll do what we tell ya, or you'll catch another lashing, ya hear me, little girl?!" her mother warned as Sarah sheltered the hair ornament in the safety of her palms. Karen waited for the crowd of protestors to reach the lane where her and her supporters where impatiently waiting.
The second the leader approached the threshold of injustice, Karen shoved her daughter with such force that Sarah stumbled forward, "Now say it, and say it loud!"
The approaching crowd sang joyfully, "Black Lives Matter!", as their feet moved them toward broadening steps in the right direction.
"buh, buh….momm --" Sarah pleaded to no avail
Sarah was so dizzy from the repeated blows, that even though she looked at her mother with hurting eyes, she didn't see the open palm that was rushing towards her face.
Sarah plummeted back to the ground, and she choked on the whiff of dirt that she breathed in as she tried to catch her breath. Before she could blink the dust from her eyes, she was whooshed back onto her feet once more
"Now!" her mother demanded, as she reached her hand towards the sky with her face frowned and her eyebrows cocked. Sarah hesitated, but when she saw her mother's high-five swing down towards her, she coughed out the words, "White Power" Sarah said in unison with the thick crowd of white-sheeted figures that hid her from immediate view as her mother's hand crashed into her face for third time
"Louder!" Karen demanded, snatching Sarah around in the dirt as she pushed her through the tight fit of the human cattle, "Do it like your father!"
Sarah looked over and up at her daddy and her mirror neurons went into play. She forced her arm out, dropping the burette back into the dirt. Her open palm was pointing directly at the leader of the oppressed crowd as she led the way.
With her fingers balled into a high-held fist, the leader stopped in her tracks when she looked at Sarah and connected with her wet, dirty eyes
"White power!" Sarah screamed, out of breath and out hope, "White Power!"
*this is a stand-alone short story*
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Children are the most silent victims of domestic violence. It's important for parents to understand that we are our children's first Teachers; They will emulate nearly everything we do and say. Our responsibility as leaders is to point them in the right direction. A startling fact is that for the most part, bullies are created at home. They will copy their parents' behavior by acting out at school, day care, or even in the privacy of their own homes, where they show aggression towards their siblings. Bringing awareness to this phenomenon is the first step to making a change, and stop history from repeating itself.
* Three years earlier *
Roxy sky-rocketed to her feet as soon as the door opened, "where you been?" She rushed over so she could look into his eyes. If he squinted before he answered, she'd knew whatever he said was a lie.
Her hand itched to meet the brown of his skin with force, but she knew better than that - she was never strong enough to fight him back, let alone throwing the first blow. Instead of slapping the taste out of his mouth, she touched his freshly shaven face with care,
"Roxy, - what I tell you about questioning me - uh?" walking over to the kitchen he looked back and saw Roxy following him closely behind. "You could have at least called, Wayne. Why you keep doing this to me?"
"Yeah, another mf question?!"
"I cooked all of this food," she waved her hand toward the table, "sent the kids away, all because you PROMISED me that valentine's day would be OUR day"
"Listen, Rox. Grab a seat then, let's eat"
"I lost my appetite 12 hours ago!" She walks over to the table and crashed down in one of the wooden chairs, "You're so f**king selfish"
"man I'm telling you let's eat. If you ain't hungry then STFU then"
"You ain't shit, Wayne!"
"you betta watch your mouth, you're starting to get on my mf nerves, bitch"
"really? talk about nerve - who were you with, that B**** Shay?!"
Wayne's eyes narrowed, "Nah"
Roxy looked at him like he had shit on his face. Knowing her husband was a male whore, she kept calling out names, "Patricia?" she questioned with tears building up in her eyes
"maybe," Wayne chuckled
"This is a joke to you, huh?! my love - It's all a joke to you!! Who was more important to you than ME on our anniversary?!"
"a b**** who knows when to STFU"
Wayne, unlike Roxy, was calm, cool and collected. He tossed the pale dozen of red roses onto the kitchen counter and looked at his wife, "tuh - here". Roxy stood there, watering the roses with tears that were raining from her eyes. She rushed over to Wayne and tried to grab him by his collar, but she ran into the backside of his hand
huuuuuh....ah.... huuuuuh ... she was trying to catch her breath
"Bitch I ain't trying to hear all that ' huuuuuh, ah, huuuuh, ah, hoooooin' shit,' he mocked her labored breathing as he reached his hand toward the ceiling and looked her dead in her eyes, "now breathe again b***, I dare ya"
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