Hindsight

Anthony Legend

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Hey my name is Sarah and my story is one nobody wants to tell… And a book some may not want read.
What is the point of nightmares, when your reality is just that, a horror flick directed by those you were taught to trust and born to love. In the town of Portland, Maine a child by the name of Sarah Lee lived with secrets no one in her neighborhood knew of, because instead of calling on a neighbor, a teacher, or even a police officer she called on God only for her cry for help to fall upon deaf ears. With no other choice, at an early age she made the decision to run away from home, but not until after she made her mark. During her escape she found herself lost and runs into a beautiful, but conniving woman with no honorable deeds on her conscience. Read along as deception turns a gorgeous girl with all the potential in the world into... Wouldn’t you like to know?

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Love
• Fiction
• Prostitution
• Culture

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 27 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663249098
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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HINDSIGHT
 
Through The Eyes Of Sarah
 
 
 
 
 
ANTHONY LEGEND
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
HINDSIGHT
THROUGH THE EYES OF SARAH
 
Copyright © 2023 Anthony Legend.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4908-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4909-8 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022923076
 
 
iUniverse rev. date: 12/09/2022
CONTENTS
Dedication
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About The Author
DEDICATION
Worldwide all the way to our backyard a vital, vigorous trend has spread among us like a disease in a small town.
Beautiful women of all cultures are being taking advantage of, manipulated to believe anything but the truth, and is living in fear every day. Some younger than others, some longer than the longest.
Forced into prostitution, or unconsciously accepting prostitution in search to replete emptiness is wrong. The reason I used the term “unconsciously” is because the brain is not conscious even when the victim thinks they are well aware of the decisions they are making. The distorted up bring, or situation any individual female endured fogs the mind, blemishing morals, and personal principals.
However, I would like to be one of the many people to inform you that you are not alone, and you have no reason to be ashamed. There are wonderful people in America that care deeply. And not only willing but are actually working with all women of all ages and race suffering from the same struggles.
You do not have to be a victim, you are too great human beings, and I love you all. And to prove it I want to dedicate this book to all the Sarahs across the globe –
“Speak up, the world is listening.”
SYNOPSIS
What is the point of nightmares, when your reality is just that, a horror flick directed by those you were taught to trust and born to love.
In the town of Portland, Maine a child by the name of Sarah Lee lived with secrets no one in her neighborhood knew of, because instead of calling on a neighbor, a teacher, or even a police officer she called on God only for her cry for help to fall upon deaf ears.
With no other choice, at an early age she made the decision to run away from home, but not until after she made her mark.
During her escape she found herself lost and runs into a beautiful, but conniving woman with no honorable deeds on her conscience.
Read along as deception turns a gorgeous girl with all the potential in the world into … Wouldn’t you like to know?
CHAPTER 1

After leaving the H.S.U. (Health Service Unit), I was sluggish as I inched through the gray paint, peeling from the walls of the hallway, that smelled of mildew.
The information I just received from the prison doctor was a life changer. I was devastated and the hallway’s odor assaulting my nose only made things worse.
I pressed the button on the wall outside my unit alarming control to open the heavy, mirror- tinted door. I then waited impatiently in the Sallyport with my arms folded across my chest, thinking. How did I allow myself to become a failure? I mussed my hair. All I ever wanted was for someone to love me. Love me for me, and during my throes I chased zealously for that love in pitch darkness, just to turn on the lights, and find out I am in the room alone.
Once the door slid open, I sighed and entered an active dayroom. It was rec time, the last rec period for the night, so every female inmate on the unit was running back and forth from their cells preparing their food, using the microwave, making phone calls, or just mingling with a fellow peer as they watched T.V.
In the dayroom before me held sixty incarcerated women, living from day to day, marking their calendars and anticipating emancipation as they too harbor secrets like myself. In jail it is all about who can do a better job concealing them twenty-four hours a day and live with them without cracking seven days a week. I hid secrets all my life, and plan to hide my new ones for the rest of it.
To avoid conversation or questions which I was in no mood for, I scurried to my single cell. I was somewhat of a popular girl on my tier, and I knew whoever spotted me first, (the other females I considered friends of course), would be up my ass like a bloodhound with questions. Starting with, why are your eyes puffy? Too, where have you been all night? Tonight, just was not the night for any talking. I had a lot to digest, so when I made it to my cell door and entered unnoticed, I thanked God and locked myself in.
Immediately tears broke through the dam that once held them back, covering my beet red face and rinsing off what was left of my prison make-up.
Religiously throughout the entire jail the block officers turned on the night light at six o’clock p.m., dimming every individual cell until the last head count. Being aware of this I wasted no time trying to turn off the lights and dived into my bed. Landing on my stomach I smother my face into the pillow. I was grateful for rec, because if it were not for the noise, everyone on the unit would have heard me yelping my heart out like a wounded dog.
I felt horribly cheated out of life, and extremely confused. And my body?
My body felt physically broken into a million pieces and numb all the way down to my toes. It was not exactly “pain” I was enduring; it was more like my insides were dilapidating. In between sobbing I asked God why inwardly: For why has he forsaken me over and over? For all my life, a curse hovered above me, but still I kept faith, yet again hope has been snatched away from me like the oxygen from your last breath.
I rolled over onto my back; despair lingered through me. My eyes burned from crying so much that I had to close them.
“Why am I here?” I asked myself in the midst of trying to gain control of my breathing.
I don’t ever want to leave my cell again. All I want to do is think. Think about how I ended up where I remain today. Think about the decisions I made that first took me down this street of no return.
So that’s what I did, I blocked everything out around me, threw my blanket over my head, and fell into a deep … deep trance.
CHAPTER 2

Year of 2012
At twelve years old I loved doing my homework, especially math. My mother nor father ever had to force me to do it. Daily, after supper I would clear my plate, wash it clean, then sprint to my room cheerfully.
While studying I like listening to music. I would play my favorite artist Selena Gomez, (from off my Mp3 player), just as I’m doing now. God, I love her!
When I checked the time, it was then I realized how fast time had flown by. My clock read 8:37 p.m.; and I was sitting at the end of my twin size bed, atop of my purple and pink bedspread, when I heard that familiar tone, instantly causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight up. It was earlier than usual so when I heard him calling me, it was a surprise.
“Sarah! Sarah Lee!” Shouted my father. It wasn’t exactly his call that sounded familiar, it was the desperate, lustful slur in his tone.
My father would drink a cheap brand of liquor called White Rose until you could smell it seeping out his pores and through his clothes almost every night after work, making him unpredictable.
He was a short man, maybe 5’5”. He was skinny, yet as strong as a mule with short brown hair that he made sure was always combed to the back. Even when drunk. His eyes were the color of a four-leaf clover, which he inherited from his Irish roots, along with his high tolerance for alcohol.
“Yes daddy!” I answered while running to his calling, only to find him standing at the top of the staircase, eyes bloodshot red. He wore a green sweaty-looking shirt, blue jeans that he couldn’t keep up because, the belt holding them up was unfasten, and a pair of worn-out construction boots.
“Where – where the hell were you?” Too drunk to see that I had just come from my room, my father demanded to know.
“My room.” I answered simply.
“What were you doing?” He slurred while his eyes danced over my tiny frame. I looked straight ahead to see if my mother was in their bedroom, but unfortunately, she wasn’t. Honestly, I don’t even know why I searched for her in the first place. She couldn’t do anything to stop my father, n