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I fell in love with my stalker. I don't know what I got myself into. He is alwys sketchy. I am not sure what he is capable of doing and that's scared me but what scares me the most is that I don't think there is a way out. I got myself in this mess and there is no way to go back. Is this the best for me and Becka? I thought. I need to get my baby girl away from this mad man but how?
Iβve never driven to the lake by myself. I googled the directions. It is two hours thirty- four minutes from home, a little closer from school. When I was little, I never paid attention to the time or the distance. My younger sister Sierra and I sat in the back seat reading or doing crosswords and the ride didnβt seem any longer than going to the mall, except sometimes we had to stop and pee. Now Iβm driving to the lake house for the first time in more than five years feeling a mixture of
Mom and Dad divorced when Madison (Maddy), my twin, and I were eleven and our sister Carrie was nine. Even though Dad always traveled a lot for work, up until then, our lives had been normal. But what is normal? After the divorce, Mom dated several guys, but they all had kids, mostly bratty boys, and other issues that made them poor choices for being a stepfather. Then Mom met Alicia and things became normal again, at least a new version of normal. At first, it was weird seeing Mom in bed with
I fell in love with my stalker. I don't know what I got myself into. He is alwys sketchy. I am not sure what he is capable of doing and that's scared me but what scares me the most is that I don't think there is a way out. I got myself in this mess and there is no way to go back. Is this the best for me and Becka? I thought. I need to get my baby girl away from this mad man but how?
Iβve never driven to the lake by myself. I googled the directions. It is two hours thirty- four minutes from home, a little closer from school. When I was little, I never paid attention to the time or the distance. My younger sister Sierra and I sat in the back seat reading or doing crosswords and the ride didnβt seem any longer than going to the mall, except sometimes we had to stop and pee. Now Iβm driving to the lake house for the first time in more than five years feeling a mixture of
Mom and Dad divorced when Madison (Maddy), my twin, and I were eleven and our sister Carrie was nine. Even though Dad always traveled a lot for work, up until then, our lives had been normal. But what is normal? After the divorce, Mom dated several guys, but they all had kids, mostly bratty boys, and other issues that made them poor choices for being a stepfather. Then Mom met Alicia and things became normal again, at least a new version of normal. At first, it was weird seeing Mom in bed with