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.CRIMES OF THE HEARTCrimes of the Heart Trilogy #1A BnTasty NovelJaxon GrantJTG PublishingCopyright © 2013 by Jaxon GrantAll rights reserved.No part of this novel may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.This is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Table of ContentNewsletter SignupCrimes of the HeartUpcoming ReleasesNewsletter Sign-UpBe sure to sign-up for Jaxon Grant’s newsletter to receive updates on contests, giveaways and new releases.Click the following link to join.Thank you for your support, enjoy the novel and be sure to leave a review if you are moved to do so.SIGN-UP HEREChapter 1Christian Goodley…“You need to get yo’ faggot ass up, Christian.”I hated when he called me that word.It made me mad and hurt all at the same time, the way he said it.I poked my head out from under the covers and eyeballed my half-brother, Cordell.He stood at the doorway of our bedroom and shook his head.An evil smirk spread on his face as he turned towards the hallway.“MAMA!” he screamed at the top his lungs.“Chris is still in the bed!”I pulled the covers down to my chest and tried to force myself to wake up and get out of the bed.I was too tired.Before I could get out of the bed, my mom, dressed in her light blue nursing scrubs, stepped inside the room.“Christian, get up before you’re late.I don’t have time for your shit this morning.Lord knows today is not the day.”“Is IT causing problems?” that man said in reference to me as he followed my mom inside the room.“No, he’s getting up right now,” my mom replied as she kissed him on the cheek.She shot a warning look at me as they left the room.I got the message.The moment my brother came back, I stared at him and with every ounce of hatred I could muster, I said, “Fuck you!”“Fuck you too, ole bitch ass nigga,” Cord replied.He tossed a third shirt on his bed, obviously still deciding what to wear on the first day of school.He looked over his shoulder at me with a look of disgust.“I ain’t the faggot in this room.”I rolled my eyes and exhaled before taking my time to sit up in the bed.Today, Monday, August 27, 2001, was the first day of my senior year of high school.While most kids were excited to get back to school to see their friends and reconnect, it was the last place I wanted to be.Then again, being at school was better than being in this house.It was a lose-lose situation.If nothing else, I was one-step closer to graduating and getting the hell out of this house and away from that man.Life hasn’t been peaches and crème for me.The shit has been hard.That man has done nothing but make things so much harder for me.If my mom would just let him go then things would be different.Nevertheless, she loves him and I’ve come to realize, no matter how much I hate him, it’s a battle I could never win.That man is my mother’s husband.Most people would refer to him as a stepfather, but to me he’s nothing but my mother’s husband.I would never acknowledge him as anything more.Even though I had no love for the man, he at least dealt with six of the seven children my mother birthed.To say he was raising us would be too generous.You didn’t raise a child by abusing him.A good father, even a good stepfather, wouldn’t do that.I was the oldest.My twin sister, Catherine, was born a few minutes after me.We just turned eighteen a few days ago.Luckily for her, she didn’t spend her birthday in this hellhole like me.She probably had a party or went out with friends.My celebration included non-stop verbal abuse from my only brother, Cordell.Cord is fifteen.Him, Alicia, who is fourteen and Karen, who’s eleven, all have the same father.Marie and Porsha are the only two my mother had with that man.They’re six and three, respectively.Finally, I got the strength to get up from the bed.I grabbed my towel and made my way to the bathroom.The first thing I heard was Alicia singing.Her out of tune ass was always prancing around the house singing like she was Mariah Carey or Beyoncé [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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