Pirated Love (37 page)

She crawled through the debris to find the ‘safe place’ that Ellie used to hide her money and most treasured things.  She found the box after a long search through all the jumble.  She was relieved to find the rolls of bills and the various trinkets in the box.  She cried when she found the engagement ring she had known Ellie wanted to give her, but was waiting until she was ‘legal.’  She looked around the room and took a sweatshirt she found, but other than that she left everything as it was and crawled out of the trailer.  She was just in time as she took off from the other scavengers coming into the park who would be looking for anything they could find and sell.  Supposedly ‘looking’ for bodies, any money or jewelry ‘found’ would disappear.  She hid the box among her own things, hoping to keep it from being discovered by her father.

Owen Christenson didn’t care about anything, but what he could find in the bottom of a gin bottle.  If his friends distilled something a little more than one hundred percent proof, well that was fine by him too.  When he saw her after the death of her best friend, he laughed and told her she was ‘better off’ without that ‘trailer trash’ and now she could go find a ‘real man.’  He even offered to find her one.  She shuddered in distaste, but knew better than to answer.  Around her father she was shy, she was quiet and respectful, she was non-visible as much as possible to the man.  She kept his house as much as she could and waited for the day when she could leave.  She had promised her mother that she would graduate high school, something she herself hadn’t had the advantage of, and regretted her whole life.  She wanted to keep from his notice, and the idea of his ‘friends,’ who looked at her with barely disguised lust, made her disgusted.  Lecherous hands had reached out to her as she fetched beer for his ‘friends’ for years.  He never stopped them, never defended her.  She had learned to avoid them, for if she ever complained or spilled the beer, her father would berate her.  Words were almost worse than the physical beatings, as he harangued her for ‘fun’ in front of those friends, much to their mutual amusement.  Egged on by their silent appreciation of his abuse and his particular style of child rearing.

She watched the telephone poles loop up and down as the sun went down and she headed into it.  She was heading west.  Far, far away from the devastation of the two tornadoes that had hit this section of Oklahoma in one week’s time.  Ellen couldn’t help but wonder if her father would still be alive if she had woken him when she heard the tornado sirens go off.  She had heard them loud and clear across the prairie miles from her bedroom and headed for the stairs to head for shelter.  He had been asleep on the couch wearing his ‘wife beater’ t-shirt, appropriately named since he had always worn such disgusting shirts to beat not only his wife, but his daughter as well.  He was snoring loudly, and she debated briefly about waking him, knowing she would be backhanded for ‘bothering’ him, but also knowing that the sirens were going loud and clear and that they should head for the shelter her grandparents had built to protect the humans from this very thing.  He drooled in his sleep as his hand came up to rub his crotch and then up to rub his nose.  She shuddered in disgust at the sight.  The sirens must be spinning around as they came louder and then fainter, it was the next circuit that decided it for her, and she headed to the shelter,
alone
.

It was hard for her small frame to open the door; it was a heavy steel door.  The wind was blowing so hard she nearly lost her footing as she struggled with it.  She could see the vent spinning around on top of the storm shelter to let in some air to the close quarters.  It was built tough, but she managed to pry it open, the wind catching it, before she was pulling it shut behind her and bolting it.  She was in absolute darkness and she reached for a flashlight she knew they kept on the shelf.  Something soft brushed against her hand, she didn’t know if was a spider web, a mouse, or what, and she squealed at the sensation, but determinedly felt for the flashlight against the eternal blackness that was before her.  She wouldn’t go down the steps without seeing where she was going.  It was a black pit, a void, an absence of any light, and she was frightened.  She had heard the roar of the wind, the steel door had shut that out, but in the absence of sound the dark frightened her further.  There, there was the flashlight.  She quickly pulled it to herself and flicked it on.  The beam was feeble, the batteries old and unused.  She cursed in her mind, not aloud, just in case someone could hear her and berate her for her naughty mouth.  She shone the flickering beam around and saw another flashlight on the shelf.  This one too was weak and unused, but between the two weak beams she felt better and could see further.  She saw a lantern further down and headed carefully down the stairs.  The noises outside as things hit the door scared her, she wondered how long she would have to stay down here, she wondered if she should go back up and get her father.  Remembering how he had laughed at Ellie’s death, seeming to take pleasure in the devastation on his young daughters face, she firmly decided that he was on his own.  He would make her pay in countless ways later, but she knew it was a price she had to pay.

She got the lantern lit and it provided much more light than the weak flashlights that she turned off.  The wind could be heard around the steel door and a little gray through the small window in the door, but nothing she could see beyond an absence of black through it.  She looked around the storm cellar.  Her grandparents and even her mother had stored things in here, but her father never did, he didn’t even use it, only swore that he had to cut around it in the backyard with the lawn mower.  Occasionally she jumped as something fell against the door or window; she could sense the power of the wind.

Oh no!  She remembered the box she had taken from Ellie’s home; she had forgotten it in her hiding place in her room.  It was all she had to start over!  She got up for a moment with the intention of heading back to the house, but a loud crash outside the storm door had her halting in her tracks.

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Watch for the continuation in PIRATED HEART in Spring 2016

K’Anne Meinel
is the BEST SELLING author of LAWYERED, REPRESENTED, and SAPPHIC SURFER as well as several other books including her first SHIPS which was written in 2003 over the course of two weeks.  She then played with it for several years before publishing it as an e-book and then was approached to publish it in book form.  After that it was published on other sites as an e-book.  In the meantime she published some 50 short stories, novellas, and novels of various genres.  Originally from Wisconsin many of her stories have taken on locations from and around the state.  A gypsy at heart she has lived in many locations and plans to continue doing that.  Videos of several of her books are available on You Tube outlining some of the locations of her books and telling a little bit more…giving the readers insight into her mind as she created these wonderful stories.

Other Novels and Novella’s from K’Anne Meinel:                       
(*notates a Novel vs. a Novella)

Alone in the Laundromat can she get away with what she needs to do, does she dare? What about when she is discovered.

Agitated:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008IBDC4E

*Anthology:

E-Book:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZMICNA

Print:
https://www.createspace.com/4812503

Hasn't there always been a place you wanted to go to, that you dreamed about? What if you made it a reality with the one that you love? All your fantasies and dreams come true?

Beach Dreams:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005LY7GAM

This is what happens when I wear a bikini for the first time. A short erotic story that tells a tale for those who understand that BIKINIS ARE DANGEROUS!

Bikini's are Dangerous 1:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005L9VQ6W

Once again we prove that Bikini's can't be trusted, that these itty bitty scraps of material, are DANGEROUS!

Bikini's are Dangerous 2
:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005LXXBXE

Proving that Bikini's are more than just for swimming.

Bikini's are Dangerous 3:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005LY7KCQ

Rio de Janeiro is well known as the world's premiere beach destination. Will I wear my bikini or not as they are also known for their nude or clothing optional beaches...BIKINI'S ARE DANGEROUS!

Bikini's are Dangerous 4:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005M4W3K4

When you are unsure about your body, being around those who are not only fit and trim but bikini clad can be inhibiting as well as distracting. As I work on my body, my confidence and my attraction to this bikini clad body that helps me achieve these results develops. Finally admitting our mutual attraction leads to a situation that proves BIKINI'S ARE DANGEROUS!

Bikini's are Dangerous 5:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005MJA9N2

All FIVE in the series

*Bikini's are Dangerous The Complete Series:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005XFTGXE

E-Book:
http://www.amazon.com /dp/B00A92MWW8

In Print:
https://www.createspace.com/3876072

Amazon Print:
http://www.amazon.com /dp/1477455434

Don’t judge a book by its cover!  Nothing, and no one, is EVER what they seem.

Ellen Christenson escapes from an abusive life, but does one ever escape the scars that are left on their soul?  One must move on, one must try.  But life has a tendency to circle back to what one once knew and she finds her life choices bring her back to the scenes of her abuse, to deal with it finally and fully, in ways she had never thought she would deal with.  It is then that the healing can begin, as she repairs her soul and the people she has devastated along the way.

Ellen hadn’t ‘intended’ to end up in Silicon Valley and its high tech world, but due to life and it’s circumstances she finds herself the head of a startup tech company.  Cool, calculating, efficient, she shows the world a side of her that she really isn’t, few if any know the real Ellen.  Nearby San Francisco provides her with plenty of girlfriends.  That elusive one, that soul mate, she has a hard time recognizing due to the scars within.

Living with the choice of letting someone die for their sins, for years, Ellen is ‘blown away’ by the feelings and emotions she has bottled up for so long….

*Blown Away:

E-Book: 
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Z07JD88

In Print: 
https://www.createspace.com/5527036

*Blown Away The Alternate Cover:

E-Book:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Z07JD88

In Print:
https://www.createspace.com/5327649

What do you do when you are offered more money for one single act than most people can make in a year?  What do you do with skills so refined that only a thief can appreciate them?  Do you enjoy travel?  Seeing the world?  Meeting new and exciting people?  How can you put all these things into one package and call it a ‘career?’

Simone, Marie, Jane, Adelina, Mary or whatever name she chooses to use at the moment has a unique set of skills and a different outlook on life.  Anonymous, pretty, she uses anything at her fingertips to get the job done.  Join her as she uses them to go to one of the most dangerous islands in the world to bring back a specific item for a client who has commissioned her.  Will she be able to obtain it when she finds out she has been misled, will it kill her, get her killed, or will she wind up in a Brazilian prison for the rest of her days?