The contents of this story is meant for MATURE audiences ONLY and should be read by people who are 18+! It may contain some triggers, if you are prone to bad experience being triggered by controlling situations, seemingly abusive situation or forceful situations DO NOT READ! If you are triggered by notions of Rape DO NOT READ! If you have a weakness to blood or the notion of bloodletting DO NOT READ! I have given my fair warning! Contains the notion of drug and or alcohol usage.
DEDICATION
With Love To:
To my Mother, Victoria Lynn Irene Fletcher 17 October, 1950 - 27 August, 2006, thanks to her for always supporting my dreams, for being a soft hand to fall back on when the world seemed to be crumbling at my feet; she was the most amazing woman I've had the pleasure knowing in my entire life and will remain so.
To my Father, Thomas Henderson he was the firm hand I needed for guidance in tough moments to teach me how to be strong, stand up for what I believe in and taught me how to fight through this whirlwind we call life.
To My Brother, Thomas L. Henderson for being my knight in shining armor when we were kids, we've had our fair share of sibling fights but he's been a big influence on my life *Whispers* 'Shhh, don't tell him I said that.' Haha!
To my Best Friend, Trish Bearfield who without in many ways I would not even be here. She is the person who knows all my dark secrets, knows of all the demons I fight and have fought and still she has stuck by me for 30 years. You mean the world to me Trish even if you do not see your worth or think you are worth much, to me my beloved friend and sister you are absolutely priceless.
To my friend Lawana Kiger, whom was one of my avid fans, my ride or die, someone who was always there for me; may she rest in peace.
To Sabrina Johansen for being my avid fans who let me vent to her when a story is not going right, or when it is going completely right and I bounce off the walls with excitement. The one who let me gush about my characters and gush back when she too falls in love with them.
To the many kids I knew in school that helped me shape who I am today, the good ones and the bullies.
And finally to All of YOU, my fans, thank you for helping me to slowly realize my dreams!
MANY THANKS AND MUCH ADORATION
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Latchkey Lovers
RomanceI felt bad for him, I felt empathy for him and in a way I felt akin to him; like we weren't too far from being of the same ilk as no one had ever truly accepted me. "Well aren't we a lovely pairing." I snorted, "A couple latchkey children trying to...
