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Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: pd workman
ISBN-10: 099215393X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 235
Copyright: Dec 13, 2013
ISBN-13: 9780992153939
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Teenage geek struggles to overcome a dark past and pull himself and his baby brother out of the mire of poverty, abuse, mental illness, and addiction as his life spirals toward disaster.
“You’re a good kid, Henry.”
Everyone knew that he was a good guy; geeky, responsible, hard-working. Henry has had a lot to deal with in the past. Now, as he should be focusing on his schooling and preparing himself for the future, he is hindered by abuse, the challenge of raising his baby brother while dealing with his mother’s deep depressions, and the return of a ghost from the past Henry has tried his best to forget.
But it seems that Henry can’t avoid the nastiness of life. As hard as he tries, it’s one more disaster after another as his life spirals out of control.
Can Henry escape the darkness, or is he doomed to be consumed by it?
'I was caught up in the twists and turns of the plot from the beginning of Deviation and was still surprised at the end.'
'This book could actually happen. That is what makes it so scary! I am really looking forward to the next book in the series. I am thoroughly intrigued and want to see what happens next.'
'“Deviation” will play on your emotions and feed your doubts as you follow Henry though his many troubles and trials.'
Excerpt
Bobby had been fussing for a while before Henry finally managed to fully rouse himself from sleep. He stumbled to his feet, rubbing his sticky, sleepy eyes with his palms. He turned on the night-light and patted Bobby soothingly on the back.
“What’s the matter, Bobby? You hungry?” he questioned softly. He noticed how red the baby’s cheeks were. “You teething, bud?”
Henry rubbed Bobby’s back in slow circles, seeing if he would settle. Bobby continued to sob and fuss. Henry left him in the crib and shuffled out to the kitchen. He blearily prepared a bottle.
“Can’t you shut that kid up?” Clint demanded, stalking into the kitchen.
“He’s teething,” Henry said tersely, struggling to screw the top onto the bottle, but it kept getting cross-threaded.
“I said to shut him up!” Clint repeated.
“I’m trying!”
Clint aimed a kick at the back of Henry's knees. Henry was still half asleep, and both knees buckled. The bottle went flying, a pool of milk spreading across the floor. Henry swore, staggering to his feet.
"What did you do that for?" he protested. He knew he'd made a mistake the minute the words left his mouth, and threw up his hand to protect himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean—”
Clint raised his hand, eyes calculating. He backhanded Henry powerfully across the cheek, throwing him to the floor with the force.
"Don't you ever back-talk me!" he shouted.
Henry's mother came into the kitchen, pulling her tatty housecoat shut across her thin body, tying it messily.
"Clint, leave him alone. Go back to bed," she said quietly.
"I have to sleep," Clint griped, "Can't have that baby keeping me awake all the time." He headed back to the bedroom. "You'd better make sure he cleans up in there.”
"He will,” Dorry assured him. “Go on.”
Clint shut the bedroom door. Dorry reached down and helped Henry to his feet.
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