The day her womb was killed was the day a rage was birthed inside her that would seek revenge for her innocence stolen. On August 9th, the Stephanie that everyone knew and loved died in spirit. She was reborn a new creature. The pedophile did not realize that his dirty deed would later cause hell to be released on all those who crossed her path. She attempted to battle her inner demons and contain the rage, but she lost and the rage won. Stephanie's violator was about to see the result of years of suppressed rage.
Unstable was created to tell the story of a little girl who went through an extremely traumatic experience, well beyond anything that I could ever imagine going through. The story describes what could happen when the psyche of a child is broken and the pain is buried within. Stephanie is the product of hate and a blatant disregard for human life. Some details of this story are hard to swallow. Unfortunately, tragic and incomprehensible events like this happen all the time. It's reality. It's the truth.
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Juice was disoriented and dizzy. He did not know what was happening. He felt weak and chills ran through his body. The GHB was shutting him down. The hammer cracked his skull on impact. He was losing consciousness. Blood splattered everywhere. He screamed out in pain. The next strike took out his left eye. Out of his right eye, he was able to see a blurred image of a young woman. He desperately tried to defend himself against his attacker but he was rendered powerless by the drugs placed in his drink. His attacker showed no mercy as he was hit repeatedly with the hammer. She could have easily killed him but she wanted him to suffer. As he fell to the floor, he was able to see the face of his attacker. However, it still did not register that it was Stephanie, the little girl that he brutalized many years ago. As Juice lay on the floor with blood pouring out of his body, Stephanie stood over him, ready to ask the question she wanted answered for so many years. “Why did you do it? Why did you hurt me?” screamed Stephanie. “Do what? Hurt you? I don’t even know you?” “Look closer you piece of shit! Think back almost twenty years ago.” Juice was hurt pretty bad and he was going in and out of consciousness. “I swear I don’t know you,” he screamed. “You don’t know me bitch? How about her?” Stephanie asked pulling out Millie. Juice looked at the doll but he was still confused. He remembered seeing a doll like that sometime in his life but could not remember exactly where and when. Stephanie got close right up in his face and grabbed him by the jaw to force him to look at her. Sheer terror overcame him as he looked into the eyes of Stephanie. It then registered where he had seen that doll. “No, it can’t be!” Seconds before the last fatal blow, he recognized those beautiful eyes. He attempted to mouth the words I am sorry but it was far too late for apologies. Apologize to God and tell the devil I said hello because I am not trying to hear anything you saying right now. Stephanie dealt the last blow to send him to the hell he crawled up from. Pay back is definitely a bitch and her name is Stephanie Jordan.
3 WAY MIRROR is about a lost identity as experienced by a twenty-eight-year old who thinks he's Charles Randall, until strange events suggest otherwise.
My second book is about a boy who has Asperger's Syndrome and is bullied to the point to where he shoots up his school. I have divided the excerpts from it into three parts: Before, during and after the shooting.
