Author's e-books - Abuse. Page - 2
His hands glided his way up my arm, grazing bruises as he did so, every last one had indications of lust or anger surrounding it, however the perpetual possibility of love remains. Now, like the sky above us, he was no longer beautiful. The palette of blues pinks and oranges faded only to be replaced with a deep dark black...
This is just my thoughts on how an intelligent psychologist, came to love an evil villain.
A short story of a young woman who has yet to come to grips with her troubled abusive past. Although she has found release and love in someone kind enough and strong enough to help her grow.
This is my collection of poems, all of them tell parts of my life, I have never before shared my poems so the is my first time. They have everything from depression and suicide to pain and abuse.
One day Erianna decided she had been through enough. Thirty was old enough to get courage and leave the past and find a better future. Along the way she learns she had a true friend that had watched from afar and had come to her side when she had least expected it. Pony would had given anything to help Erianna. He had himself known abuse and had been determined to help an old friend. Pony had seen her on the bridge near his place. Pony knew right then what he needed to do. These two survivors
Taylor Evans is seventeen years old, a straight A student, and desperate. She is abused by her father, and wants nothing more than to graduate from high school and convince her mother to leave him for good. But when she gets a job at the farm down the street with handsome Wyatt, she begins to see happiness for the first time. Could this really be her prince charming? Or is he someone elseβs? There is more to this story, but I'd like to get some comments before I post the next chapter...
His hands glided his way up my arm, grazing bruises as he did so, every last one had indications of lust or anger surrounding it, however the perpetual possibility of love remains. Now, like the sky above us, he was no longer beautiful. The palette of blues pinks and oranges faded only to be replaced with a deep dark black...
This is just my thoughts on how an intelligent psychologist, came to love an evil villain.
A short story of a young woman who has yet to come to grips with her troubled abusive past. Although she has found release and love in someone kind enough and strong enough to help her grow.
This is my collection of poems, all of them tell parts of my life, I have never before shared my poems so the is my first time. They have everything from depression and suicide to pain and abuse.
One day Erianna decided she had been through enough. Thirty was old enough to get courage and leave the past and find a better future. Along the way she learns she had a true friend that had watched from afar and had come to her side when she had least expected it. Pony would had given anything to help Erianna. He had himself known abuse and had been determined to help an old friend. Pony had seen her on the bridge near his place. Pony knew right then what he needed to do. These two survivors
Taylor Evans is seventeen years old, a straight A student, and desperate. She is abused by her father, and wants nothing more than to graduate from high school and convince her mother to leave him for good. But when she gets a job at the farm down the street with handsome Wyatt, she begins to see happiness for the first time. Could this really be her prince charming? Or is he someone elseβs? There is more to this story, but I'd like to get some comments before I post the next chapter...