Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1)
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Authors: Hj Bellus
Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1)
Hj Bellus
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (2014)
Rating: ****
Book #1 CREE Book #2 TRIPP (to be released March 2014) Book #3 MILES (to be released May 2014)
Mature Content Warning
Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content. Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do! Hey Hoochies! I'm Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an asshole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the Fuck-Its! I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a '66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever. I found Cree... A pirate with a little princess and they swept me off my ever lovin' feet, filling my world with sprinkles, mac n' cheese and the courage to live again. They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear. But the truth is, nobody's past stays hidden forever. It's an invisible monster waiting to attack and destroy. It has the capability to ruin everything you've worked to set right. All it takes is one final blow to the gut to end everything...
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HJ Bellus
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Copyright © 2013 by HJ Bellus. All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: February 2014
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
Photographer: FuriousFotog
Model: Jared Thompson
ISBN-13: 978-1495218118
ISBN-10: 1495218112
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
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EDICATIONS
To My Real Life Poppy! Old Red, Jerky & Whisker Burns…
Love,
Firecracker
To my fellow hoochies,
I have mysteriously placed quotes throughout my book. Enjoy them, live by them & be brave (aka- your own kind of badass)! Don’t let anyone ever put you in a corner.
“Gripping onto hope is brave…be brave…”
HJ Bellus
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“Being brave is the new cool…” –HJ Bellus
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ROLOGUE
Elko, Nevada
“I fucking told you to get an abortion!” said Daddy. “I never wanted a goddamned kid, but you had to be the fucking hero and keep her. The last five years I’ve come second to that little shitface. I’m done, Sarah.”
“You are not leaving me!” said Mommy, as she was on her knees clinging to Daddy’s pants. “I choose you over Amelia. I choose you, Johnny. Please don’t leave me. I’ll leave her behind and go with you. You were right. I should have got an abortion! I fucked up! Let’s go now, just the two of us.”
Daddy was sniffing his white powder stuff. He always called it his magic candy. Mommy always told Daddy she should have got that abortion thing to make him happy. I followed Mommy into her bedroom because I wanted to make her happy and hug her to dry up her tears.
“Get out, Amelia! Get the fuck out now! You are the worst mistake of my life and I don’t want to see you ever again!” Mommy pushed me to the ground and kicked my tummy.
I crawled into my bedroom and huddled in the corner. I needed to hide because Mommy made me pee my pants when she pushed me. I didn’t want to get into trouble for peeing in my princess panties again. I heard Daddy’s truck fire up and leave. I stayed huddled in the corner all through the dark. I stayed there during the sunshine, too. I was too scared to move. I didn’t want to get spanked for wetting my pants, because sometimes Daddy would make by bottom bleed for it. I wanted to be brave and go fill my tummy, but I couldn’t move from the wet corner of my bedroom.
“Amelia? Are you here, baby doll?”
My Poppy! I scrambled to my feet, running for the living room. I flew into my Poppy’s arms and squeezed tight.
“Amelia. Oh, Amelia! Are you okay?”
“Yes. My mommy and daddy don’t want me. They left me.”
“Sweet, Amelia, it’s going to be okay.”
“Poppy, I suppose to be an abortion.”
“Amelia Ray! Don’t you ever say that again! Do you hear me?”
“Poppy, never call me Amelia again.”
“You got it my sweet, Milly Bug”
Poppy took me to his house and cooked me mac n’ cheese. He knew it was my favorite, and Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t cook it for me. I ate a whole box of it and asked for more.
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HAPTER 1
Meet the Bastard
Where to begin? Well, I guess it starts where all little girls’ dreams begin…finding Prince Charming and then riding off into the sunset. Yes, I know I’m a complete and utter fucktard who probably deserves the self-inflicted pain of the above statement. By the way, I’m Milly (Amelia Ladore Monroe), a self-proclaimed badass who conquers her world by buying an old truck and looking for a hot lay in an elevator. Pretty goddamned simple if you ask me! I wasn’t born a badass, but rather transformed into one through many painful, cherished, and happy-happy events. So, let’s roll…
I have been married to the very prestigious and successful attorney Mr. Aaron Montgomery for the last six years. We met at college and I wanted him for all the wrong reasons. I thought that Aaron was my Prince Charming because he was successful, talented, smart, funny, charming and good-looking. He was tall and had the All-American physique, with blond curly hair that was always styled to perfection. Oh, and his panty-melting smile was something fierce (note to self: don’t look for that shit in a future husband). All the girls wanted him at USC, so being the follower I was, I wanted him, too. Being a follower gave me a sense of being “normal.”
Nothing was normal when it came to my life. Growing up without the love of the ones who brought you into the world can really fuck a person up. Yay! No sad story as to why my sperm donor and egg hatching station didn’t want me. That one was simple. I fucked up their life, so in turn, they fucked up mine by abandoning me with my Poppy. Looking back, I would just like to give a shout-out to my Poppy; he made one hell of a home for me to grow up in.
We have lived in Aaron’s hometown of Sacramento for the last five years. Yes, I have the beautiful home in a gated community. I drive a Lexus and get to attend at least six high society functions a month where all the ladies ooh and aaah over my incredible sexy husband.
My job only requires me to have dinner on the table, be arm candy when called on and to basically stay the hell out of Aaron’s way. Sex was freakin’ amazing and life changing for the first year of marriage. Then,
it
happened.