How far can one go to test the boundaries of loyalty?
Abigail has spent her whole life trying to forget her father Jack, who left her years ago and never looked back.
After Jack’s wife disappeared, Abigail knew she couldn’t leave her 7-month-old half sister alone with her father.
Abigail uncovered clues of her past and she knew something was terribly wrong…. she sees Cara is in danger.
Abigail is left with a very important decision.
And then it came. The knock on the door, the flashing lights in the driveway.
There was only one thing at this point she was certain of.
Her world was about to change……Forever.
Targeted Age Group:: Adults
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This book I had started writing during my parent's divorce, I took many feelings and truths from my own childhood and my life experiences into my novel. Years later I revisited it and found this one was an emotional story for me, but with some added imagination It turned out to be a fun story to tell.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The main character Abigail was a part of me, my feelings, my experiences, and as an older teenager, my spirit.
Abigail's mother was based on my mothers personality and traits, ie, not a cook.
Jack, the father got my dad's meanness and selfishness nature, it was easy writing about Jack
The other characters, I made them up, Alex was based on what I would love to have in a boyfriend, so he was based on what a good man looks like to me.
It all began when I was four years old. I remember everything; from hugging my knees and gently rocking back and forth to hiding in the closet, which became my “safe place.” My parents were fighting again; I heard them
screaming at each other from downstairs. My mom began to cry. I only heard bits and pieces, but it all revolved around a woman named Alison. My Dad sounded mad. I didn’t understand what was going on, we used to be such a
happy family but things had begun to change.
My mom and I had to move to a new house, a smaller house. It only had one bedroom and a bathroom with faulty plumbing. It was a drastic change from our last house; which held large spacious bedrooms and two modern
bathrooms. My mom said we had to downgrade because it was all she could afford on her own; I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t good.
Our food took a hit as well. Instead of quality meats and fresh produce our menu now mainly consisted of cereal, crackers and meals that came from frozen boxes.
My mom spent a lot of time crying and so did I. Often times I could hear her sob from my bedroom; it would keep me up at night and make me sad. I would crawl into her bed, where she would hug me tightly and promise me that everything would be alright. I was starting to get a strange and horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach; my dad didn’t spend the night here anymore, he couldn’t check for the monsters under my bed, or read me my bedtime stories. But a part of me was glad. When my dad left, the screaming stopped.
The yelling scared me, and it made my mom cry. I did not like it at all, and once, I even got mad at my dad and told him to leave because all he ever did was make mom cry.
Today, my dad had taken me out for ice cream. It did not feel the same. It seemed as though he were mad at me, he barely spoke, barely looked at me. It had scared me and I started to cry for my mom. My dad brought me home
quickly after that and he promised he would see me again tomorrow; we were going to spend the day at the beach. After my dad brought me home, I ran for my bedroom and forgot to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Once I
was in my room, the screaming started downstairs. I jumped and hugged my teddy closer as the front door slammed shut. I heard my dads truck start, and then he was gone.
Footsteps sounded outside my closet, and my mom quietly peeked her head inside. “Hey, kiddo what are you doing in there?” My mom’s voice was slow and sad, so I motioned for her to sit beside me. She did. I gave her one of my favorite teddy bears. “Here mommy, Bear will make you feel better.”
My mom nodded, and then she started to cry. I watched her wide eyed and crawled into her lap. She hugged me tightly, and we rocked back and forth until her tears stopped falling. I never saw my dad after that.
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