LITTLE DRIPS OF POISON book series 4
Copyright © Vickie Thayer | Year Posted 2019
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PROLOGUE: There is a quote that goes something like this..."family should always come first." I believe this particular quote has something to do with explaining the love for family by decent family members who put their families well being above all else. There are some who claim they are decent family or it appears for all intense purposes that is what they are. I was put in a really bad situation as a Mother.
My children's well being was casted to the wayside by family members who had sinister intentions. Our lives were threatened and I had to make decisions to protect my family. It would be decisions that I made that would be questioned by some and shrouded in secrecy by others especially by those who were twisting facts and hiding truths. But I would no longer be silent, so they could remain comfortable.
*(This is a hurttwor`x novel based on truths, life experiences and opinions).
PROLOGUE: Have you ever heard of someone who was so calculating, so cunning and so evil that they have continued to get away with murder? There are many serial murderers in this world, but the serial murderers that I'm referring to are murderers of love. The destructive and manipulative actions of a person who thinks they own a family, like a crime boss. Manipulating each person against the other (while holding all the moves in their alledged winning court). The person stealing love and affections from unsuspecting players, while keeping score. The rules for their game are derived from jealousies, revenge and insecurities. The players all playing well in their twisted game of baiting and switching. I should know...I was baited to be a number one opponent in their wicked games.
Can You Hear It? The Little Drip, Can You Taste It? Pieces And Bits, Can You Feel It? The Skin Rips, Can You See It? Little Drops Of Poison, By A Single Drip~ Pinterest Inspired Pin...Poem By Vickie Hurtt-Thayer. PAINTING IS A PINTEREST INSPIRED PIN.
1. (Chapter One)
FAMILY FIRST
It was a hot summer's day, I took my children to the beach at a local state park. We were enjoying the refreshing coolness from the winds blowing across the lake. My oldest daughter who was nearly six years of age (at the time) was building sand castles with her little brother and sister. I admit, I was a protective Mother, maybe a bit over protective, so when a stranger approached my children by stopping not more than three feet from me and offered them some snacks, I immediately declined his gesture. "What's wrong dont you recognize me?" he asked.
I was never close to any of my siblings and the only sister I was cautiously close to (for all of a few years) had proved herself to me time and again that she could not be trusted. Her husband at the time was involved in really bad illegal things that would eventually lead to his incarceration. She was his wife and it's my opinion that a wife can't claim that she is clueless to her husbands illegal doings, especially a jealous wife who knew his every move. So, I never really trusted them around my children. At the time I didn't know just how serious the illegal things that were being done, actually were.
When the man who approached us said that he was my father, I searched his face for a familiar clue, then all of the sudden I recognized him. "I'm here in town visiting," he said. I found it peculiar that he was aware of our whereabouts, it could not possibly be a coincidence that he just stumbled upon us and offered my children treats. "Visiting who?" I asked with an intonation of suspicion. "your sister," he replied as if I should have known. In my thoughts I told myself to be polite, but in my heart I wanted to protect my children and myself. "She told me you were bringing your kids out here today, so I figured I'd drop by to say hello." he clamored. "To say hello?" I asked him. "I haven't seen you in over fifteen years and you are going to approach me this way?" I replied with a sarcastic tone. Now, I knew he had been involved in some bad dealings and some of those bad doings were with my lawless brother and now remembering all the abuse he had inflicted upon me as a child both emotionally and physical made me angry that he was even talking to me. The nerve!...I thought.
A Mother's instincts to protect her children is very strong and I wanted this so called father no where around me or my children. He was no father to me and I was even more suspicious when he came all the way across the United States just to say hello and offer my children some treats.
I have always been opinionated and not afraid to tell someone what I think of them. I'm also outgoing and analyze everything. I think before I act, but right now I was steaming mad and had a few choice words for him. He looked at me and smirked laughing with a hyena laugh, as he walked away. I would evntually find out that he was staying at my sisters with a brother who had done prison and jail time.
My first years as a Mother were especially hard for me. I constantly had to push away family that I knew to be toxic for my children. My family was large and I knew what these (family members) were capable of. I was the oldest and remembered some of the unacceptabe things that were going on when we were siblings living under the same roof. "How dare you come near me!" was some of the nicest (choice) words that I spat at him. "Get outta here, stay away from me and my kids," I yelled at him. As he walked away I had flash backs of some of the things he had done to me when I was younger. As he looked back at me, I despised him...you are not my father...I thought to myself.
I was so upset with the situation that we left and went right home. I called my sister and gave her a tongue lashing as well. "Why did you tell him where we were?" I asked her. I had talked to her earlier that morning and she had made no mention to me about him being in town. She also knew how I felt about him. I did (however) remember asking her if she wanted to ride along with us to the park during our conversation, so she knew exzactly where we were going. I was still in a relationship with her (from time to time) but when I would see the illegal things starting up again with her and her husband, I would fall out of the sisterhood with her, mostly to protect my children. Little did I know that around the time of an (on again) relationship with her, there had already been (three) murders committed, including the death of an unborn child that one of the victims was carrying. Her then husbands incarceration, is over twenty four years now and counting. Later, when I had found out what he was capable of (by reading the newspaper articles and watching the news surrounding his arrest) I shuddered at remembering all the times when me and my children spent time around him and my sister around the times of those murders, and what made me shudder even more was knowing that my so called sister knew things, that could have jeopardized my children's lives and she didn't care. Of course not, she had her own motives as well, we were used (unknowingly) many times, as scapegoats.
There were always threats that were made to me by my then brother in-law. He said things like "you better keep your mouth shut should detectives ever come knocking at your door."..he'd say that I had just better keep quiet period! I really never understood why detectives would come knocking at my door, so my analytical mind started watching more closely. Keep my mouth shut? About what? I was even more determined to find out what was going on. I didn't like being threatened and told my sister that I wasn't afraid of her husband. My opinion is that she seemed to think that I should be, afraid of him that is. I guess they didn't really know that I didn't know about anything that they had done, not just yet anyway.
2. (Chapter Two)
YOU DON'T SCARE ME
I remember the day I got a telephone call from my brother in-laws uncle. I was going through a divorce and his uncle was threatening my childrens lives. He would say that they would disappear if I were to ever say anything to anyone about things that I was (alledgedly) to have seen. He asked me... "which one of your children do you love most?" His question carried an intonation of sarcastic side lipped threat.
The uncle was supposed to have been some big scary notorius crime figure from Dayton, Ohio that was supposed to be feared by everyone...yeah okay...I called the police and they came to my house, took a report, they listened in on one of the calls he made. The police made contact with him, end of story...I never received any more threats or calls from him.
The threats that were made against my children by this person was not even the icing on the cake as to the kind of people my sister had subjected me and my children to... spanning over several years. I was trying my best to keep her away from us, especially during my divorce, I had no clue that she was going behind my back talking to my children's father, I found out after my daughter told me about it, my first taste of a back stabber or was it revenge?
3. (Chapter Three)
WHY ALL THE TEARS?
There is nothing worse than someone who looks you straight in the eye and lies to you, especially when you already know they are being deceptive. I was lied to all the time by my family. I always felt like leaving and starting my life over, somewhere else. After my divorce was final, I did just that. I was not happy staying around my sister and her criminal husband any longer. Leaving (at the time) it was the only thing I felt I could do to protect my children and myself, was to just move away, I had seen and heard, too much.
It was irony that after I moved away, I would get a visit by my sister at my home (out of state) because her husband had beaten her up and she needed help (again). It always seemed that I was the rescuer for my siblings, even into adulthood. I went broke loaning them money and never getting paid back. I eventually moved back to be close to her again, out of pity for her and I was actually lonely for a sisterly friendship. For awhile I tried to help her. She always reached out for my help when her husband beat her, but in the darkness I was being poisoned by all the little "drips" of poison she was feeding me, one little "drip" at a time and I would soon learn the true meaning behind crocodile tears.
I had really put myself in a quandary when she told me that her husband had done something really, really bad. When I made several attempts to get more out of her she immediately turned off the tears and turned ugly towards me, as if I was the one pumping her for information, but I already knew in my heart that something sinister had been going on.
It wasn't long before detectives were knocking on my door, I was not home so they left their business cards.
to be continued soon....,
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