COMING SOON! 2019
Finding You - A Gift of Memories
Some call it a real fairy tale. Others call it a tearful romance. I call it our story.
"You are nothing but a half breed, retard. Nobody would ever love something as ugly as you..."
I saw nothing, felt nothing and said nothing to anyone. I was taught my place and took any punishment because it’s what I deserved —what I believed.
I was five years old.
At sixteen, I witnessed a brutal beating on my mother.
That was the day I took a stand against my stepfather.
I was kicked out of the family home and came face to face with the harsh reality of the world that there was no fairy-tale ending after a life of abuse. Unable to finish school, I watched all my dreams of freedom turn to dust.
I was as tragic as my stepfather proclaimed. I felt he was winning and that’s what drove me. Working hard, I saved every dime and I was so close to winning when disaster struck.
At twenty years old, the doctors gave me three, maybe five years to live. Again, I saw my stepfather winning and my dreams vanish.
My father was a stern man and made no compromises. He demanded respect and obedience.
As the eldest, I bore the brunt and I defended my siblings as much as I lovingly teased them. At sixteen, I took a job and moved out and eventually grew into a man that I'm sure my father despised.
I had ordinary dreams of any young man growing up—football player as a young lad, Formula one driver as a teenager and becoming famous with my band in my twenties. But as life sped by, nightmares of my past began to haunt me.
I felt scarred. Surely, nobody would want a man such as I.
On the verge of my thirties, I travelled to North Carolina. Leaving cold, wet England behind, I was hoping to change my life by living the dream in the good old US of A.
I found more than I expected.
I found the beginning.
This is my story.
Warning: Adult readers only. Disclaimer. Contains adult themes and explicit sex scenes. First-person with both point of views.