Excerpts from my book, Nobodys Girl: A Memoir of Lost Innocence, Modern Day Slavery and Transformation, going to print next week!! Authors Note Excerpt In this book, I share stories I have kept hidden for decades... All of us have stories. In most cases, we allow the world to see but a fraction of who we really are, like an ancient undiscovered artifact whose tip pushing up out of the dirt feels the sun, but whose body lies deep beneath the surface. It’s a rare thing when somebody shares their most private moments, biggest mistakes, and innermost demons for friends and strangers alike to judge and pull apart. Few people journey to hell and live to tell about it. I believe I was spared because I had a purpose to fulfill. Chapter One Excerpt ...My heart would beat faster and faster, and I would float out of my body until I found myself watching everything from a corner up on the ceiling. Later, when it was over and I had come back to my body, I would float away again each time I tried to remember what had happened. I quickly learned to stop thinking about my father’s abuse. It was better that way. Chapter Two Excerpt Many nights, as I lay in bed, I could hear my parents fighting with each other, their muffled angry words piercing the walls. I was never sure what they were fighting about exactly, but I was certain it was about me. Later, after they would go to sleep, I would slip into their bedroom and in the soft light from the bathroom nearby I would stand next to their bed and look down at them. I stood very quietly and counted my toes. One, two, three, four, why are they fighting about me? Five, six, seven, I must be very, very bad. Eight, nine, what is wrong, am I missing something? Ten. I am ok, nothing is wrong with me. After I had counted my toes, I would creep quietly out of their room and back into my bed. Chapter Three Excerpt More and more each day the urge to find anyone, just anyone who would listen to me grew stronger and stronger. If no one would listen to me in my own home then I would have to go find someone myself, no matter how hard it would be. I was eleven years old by then, and was sure I would be able to take care of myself. I decided to run away.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 07:27:49 +0000
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