Crutch pt 6

Yes my wonderful friends. It is time for another installment of Crutch. Who is ready for more? I have seen that people have stopped by and some people have left comments and I appreciate it. I love getting input, your points of view and just help in general. So for those of you who help me, I really, really, really appreciate you!!

Okay, now to the saga of Tess and Aaron.

 Aaron grabbed Tess by the hair and helped her to her feet, not minding her wincing in pain. He jerked her upright to face him as she struggled with her hands to get his free from her entangled mess of hair.

     “Not so fast, where are you off to Contessa?” She could hear the laughter in his voice. He was amused by her struggle to get free. She quickly stopped and stood motionless. Anticipating what he would do next. “Was that better love?”

     She starts to sob. Don’t let him do this. Stand your ground. You can do this. The inhalation of air was forceful enough to help stifle the cry. She bit hard into her lip and laughed again…at him. “Is that the best you can do?”

     Aaron didn’t like being made a fool of and this really pissed him off. Why wasn’t she crying? “What the hell are you laughing about? You think this is funny?”  He shook her violently, attempting to shake the laughter from her lungs.

     Tess continued to test his patience with her defiance. Aaron brought her face up close to his so that he could look her in the eye. Look for the fear that he so desperately needed to feed from. Her eyes met his and she held his gaze and he caught the small flicker he preyed upon.

     His had come sudden and hard as a stone across her right cheek before she had time to counter. She cried out in pain, reflexively covering her face with her hands waiting for another blow.

     “You should know better than to provoke me bitch.” His voice blared.

     Tess knew that this was her chance and she needed to take it. With her hands still covering her face and his hands still holding her arms, she quickly brought her knee up to his groin as forcefully as she could manage.

     Aaron doubled over in pain, hands mechanically reaching for his scrotum that were suffering from the blunt trauma. Once he released her she ran as fast as she could through the house and out to the car. She climbed inside and locked the doors and reached for the ignition. Her keys were gone.

For those who are just stumbling along this and are new to this series, I have added a page at the top for you to go to in order to start from the beginning. Thank you for your support!!

Giveaway mania...

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Archvillian Giveaway!

Archvillain #1

by Barry Lyga

Goodread Blurb:


Kyle Camden knows exactly where he was the night Mighty Mike arrived: Sneaking around the fallow field behind Bouring Middle School (motto: "The U Makes It Exciting!"), running the electrical cabling that would allow him to dump the contents of the old water tower on the visiting football team during the next day's game.
Which is why he couldn't tell anyone where he was.
Or what he saw.
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Okay, what are you doing now Regina? Reviews?


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Crutch pt 5

     Aaron paused for a short second  before his face release a little like he was transforming back to Jekyll. The force of his hands pinching her upper arms started to ease up a little and he looked at his hands.

     Tess’ heart thumped harder in her chest thinking that maybe he would release her and they would have a normal fight and it would be distinguished easier than she imagined. Her eyes were trained on his face watching every expression intensely.

     He looked at his hands on her arms and then looked at her face. She stopped breathing for a moment but her body was trembling beneath his touch. He searched her face for answers and saw a small glint of fear in her eyes. That was all it took.

     Aaron’s grip tightened once again and before Tess could think about it he whirled her around the room, throwing her toward the closet. She slid across the floor, hitting her back and her head in the center of the door.

     The full length mirror shattered as she slumped to the ground and rained down on Tess cutting her cheek as it fell. The blood seeped down toward her mouth as she gasped for air to replace what was knocked from her upon impact.

     Her mind was telling her to get up but her body was riveting in pain and she could hear him walking toward her. The shards of the mirror crunching under his boots as he slowly approached her and then stopped. The toe of his boot directly in front of her face.

     Tess reluctantly waited for it to strike her in the face, but nothing happened. Another ragged breath entered her aching lungs and she coughed as she tried to regain a full breath. Aaron knelt down in front of her with his elbows on his knees, rocking back on his heels.

     He swiped some of the blood from her cut and smeared it across her face. “What a fucking waste. You used to be pretty you know. Now what am I going to do with you?”

Big 'Ol Tree

This is absolutely my favorite tree on the property. We live on 14 acres and I have trees everywhere, but this one is my favorite. I have yet to put a big swing in it. I think that it would be a fabulous tree to hold a swing.

I would be on it more than the kids, but who would mind. Next fall it will make a most relaxing spot to sit down to write or finish some of my works. I get a lot of inspiration from the outdoors.

I don’t get to go camping much…and when we do, it is in the back yard or in the woods down by our creek. Wow, yeah, I know I am really living the exciting life. lol No really it is great. I am alright as long as the kids are having fun.

We also have a hayfield that my husband wants to turn into a go kart track. I am not so sure that I agree with that, but I am not sure that he will really go through with it…but I never know. Really.

I have come home before and found things not as I had left them. Since his accident and he doesn’t get to drive or work anymore, he has a hard time trying to keep himself busy and gets bored easily. So he remodels the house and sometimes demolishes things.

I have come home to no kitchen before, no bathroom and just most recently…no shingles on the roof. Guess what? Yup, we got a new roof ! LOL. My life is always interesting and sometimes stressful, but I don’t regret any of it.

So with some of the things that he does for him to keep busy, good things come out of it for me too. So eventually I will work on the swing…the place where I will go to dissolve any stress or anxiety that may be creeping up on me.

So where do you go to unwind? Or what do you do? Give me pointers.

Crutch pt 4

    Another attempt at bravery and defiance was when she turned to walk away from him and toward the dresser to start collecting some of her own items. She had taken five steps and opened a drawer and then he was on her. Aaron had her by the arm and swung her around to face him and then slammed her against the wall.

     Her first thought was how bad her head hurt after it ricocheted off the plaster and lathe wall and how she couldn’t believe she was letting this happen. Fear started to take over and she felt it over-coming her body, she started to tremble.

     His eyes were glossed over and she knew he was Hyde tonight. Once he felt her shaking under his grasp the look of satisfaction took over. A sinister smile christened his lips and then reached his eyes.

     Tess was overwhelmed with confusion of how she was going to get out of the house. She just kept his eye contact and then began to laugh. His eyes narrowed and his look of amusement became a scowl. He couldn’t believe she was laughing about this.

     “Is that all you got?” She mumbles though her laughter.

     “Do you want me to do worse?” He grip tightens on her arms with every word.

 

     The only thing Tess could think to do was mock him and raised her eyebrows with an oh yeah, what do you got? She knew this was not in her best interest but did it anyway. She dared herself as much as him.

     Calling him out to unleash more anger on her was a plan to see if she could get him to release her. If he loosened his grip, she could possibly run. Get back to the car and get the hell out of there.

Oh Snap, What'd I Do Now?

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Well the other day I don’t know if I put the nail in my casket by putting myself another iron in the fire but here is what I did.

About a month ago I emailed my librarian and asked him all kinds of questions about what I can do to bring people into the library. I asked if I could do book reviews for the libraries website and post those in special holders within the library so that patrons can read them and potentially find a new book to add to their to be read list.

I also asked about working with him on their inventory because I have noticed that there are books missing in series. Some series are missing books 2, 4, and 8 but have all the others…all the way to 12. Yes, there are some series that go that far and further like the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. Most of these books were donated…explaining the missing books.

I inquired about purchasing other books for the library because the budget is so small and they will not be able to get all of the books that are on my TBR list let alone everyone else’s.  So I asked to maybe consolidate lists so I can pick up the books that he is not going to order.

I also asked if I could start a writing group one night a week or twice a month or whatever in the part of the library that is called the learning center. It is a beautiful place that doesn’t get used quite as much as it should IMO. I would even do an email newsletter featuring new books coming in and other things if asked.

Here I am almost a month later and no response…cricket. cricket. cricket.  Nothing!

So needless to say that I know the President of the Library Board and I asked her the other day what it takes to be part of the library to get involved and do something. I told her what I suggested to the librarian and she thought those were all wonderful ideas. Her eyes were lit up with…joy? *cue cute angels and pixie dust falling from the ceiling*

She told me that she was ready to retire and that her term was up quite awhile ago and she had looked for a replacement but could never find anyone interested. What?? No one interested. That’s crazy. So anyway…long story short—I think that I put a bid in to be President of the Library Board at the next election…that is if the approve and elect me. *slaps head--what'd I do now?*

I know it is not a paid position, but if it means that I get to be involved and interact and get the answers I want since the librarian didn’t respond to me…then fabulous. I just hope that I didn’t put myself in a noose and hope that I don’t fail the library. I LOVE BOOKS!!

So for all you new writers, existing writers and up and coming dreamers. Don’t give up and keep writing because I am going to do all that I can to make sure that my small community gets the opportunity to enjoy your talents.

Crutch pt 3

This is the third installment of Crutch for those who are following. There may be strong language and violence involved so I do not mean to offend anyone. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate your feedback.

She slowly pushed the door open and waited. Nothing. She let out a small sigh of relief and went in through the kitchen surveying the damage. Broken plates and glasses littered the floor by the sink.
Once out of the kitchen it only took her a few minutes to breeze into the bedroom and grab the suitcases from the closet and toss them onto the bed. She quickly ran upstairs to each child’s room and tried to grab enough clothes for several days.
Her foot slipped out from under her when she was coming back down the steps and she landed hard into the wall of the stairwell catching herself with her elbow. “Damn it.” She grumbled to herself. Knowing that time was precious she tried to pick up speed and get back to the bedroom to pack her own things.
She’d almost made it to the bed with her arms heaped full of the children’s clothes when she saw him sitting there. Alarm racked her body telling her to run but that would only tip him off making it more fun for him.
“I told you not to be home when I got here.” Tess said trying to control her breathing and her shaking body.
“I wasn’t. I just got here, so technically I wasn’t home when you got here.” His smile was devious. She knew it all too well. This was not going to end the way she had hoped after all. This was going to go all wrong.

“You know what I meant.” She countered. Don’t you dare back down from him. He will never stop. Never!

He didn’t take his eyes off of her. “Where do you think your going? And where are my kids?”
“I don’t have to explain any of this to you Aaron. I told you that this was over.” She walked over and threw the clothes into the suitcase trying her best to ignore the fact that she just put herself three steps closer to him and ten steps father from the door.

dun dun dun...see what happens next week.