Brook Harold

Jamie Edwards

Description

The brutal tale of a boy’s experiences while growing up in an abusive home and enduring beatings at the hands of his mentally ill mother and her boyfriend.
Little Brook Harold is living a horrible existence. By the time he is three, he has already been abandoned by his hero father, suffered terrible abuse at the hands of his mentally ill mother and her boyfriend, and been hungry more days than not. After his father finally manages to rescue him from his terrible situation, Brook lives peacefully for two years, until a judge decides he is better off with his mother, once again sending him on a roller coaster ride through hell.
As Brook attempts to readjust to life with his mother and her boyfriend, Willie, he lives in a constant state of fear. He spends his days doing endless chores, trying to prove himself to his mother, and caring for both her and Willie after they drink themselves into oblivion. While Brook matures and deals with endless beatings behind the walls of his abusive home, now only time will tell if he will make it out alive or become their whipping boy forever.
Brook Harold is the brutal tale of a boy’s experiences while growing up in an abusive home and enduring beatings at the hands of his mentally ill mother and her boyfriend.

Sujets

• Drugs
• Humor
• Drug
• Slavery
• Adventure
• Alcohol
• Romance
• Abuse
• Thriller
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 10 juin 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781532076015
• Langue: English

Extrait

BROOK HAROLD
 
 
 
 
JAMIE EDWARDS
 
 
 
 

 
 
BROOK HAROLD
 
 
Copyright © 2018 Jamie Edwards.
 
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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: 978-1-5320-7600-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5320-7601-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019907006
 
 
 
 
iUniverse rev. date: 05/13/2021
CONTENTS
Chapter One Where It All Began
Chapter Two Mom and I plus Willie
Chapter Three Cooking lessons
Chapter Four It starts. Again
Chapter Five Bad day for all three
Chapter Six Days after
Chapter Seven Unhappy
Chapter Eight Home/Daycare
Chapter Nine Home/Daycare: Part two
Chapter Ten Saturday night
Chapter Eleven Afraid
Chapter Twelve Obedience
Chapter Thirteen Life
Chapter Fourteen The future
Chapter Fifteen The accident
Chapter Sixteen Aftermath
Chapter Seventeen Master come home
Chapter Eighteen Big news, yet bad news
Chapter Nineteen WSTR
Chapter Twenty WSTR Part 2
Chapter Twenty-One The night my life changed
Chapter Twenty-Two Alec Willow Tyler
Chapter Thirty-Three Life sucks
CHAPTER ONE
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
After my Parents moved from New York to Kentucky, Mom slipped into a severe depression. Coming from a busy city where everyone was always in a rush. Coffee shops, shopping, and restaurants all in a walking distance of my parent‘s apartment. To a small, laid back town in a middle of nowhere. All the bigger malls, the fancier restaurants were at least an hour maybe more away. She would occasionally run into town but most shops were ma’s and pa’s, family owned shops. Nothing fancy and everyone was in no rush. Everyone knew each other by name, plus everyone knew each other‘s business. Nothing stayed a secret in that town. Because it was a small town, Mom got bored. Dad tried to get her out of the house. He mentions more than once about going to either Louisville or Lexington. But Mom didn’t want to dump me on my grandparents. So Dad mentioned, what about a girl’s weekend with my aunt? She wasn’t a fan of that either; it worried her that dad wouldn’t know how to take care of me.
I recall several months my Parents argued over these topics. The more they argued, the less Mom preferred to be at home. She figured if she wasn’t home, they wouldn’t quarrel.
There were countless times Dad put me to bed. When I woke each morning, Dad already taken off for work and Mom was on the couch passed out drunk.
With me being only one, I couldn’t fend for myself. I went hungry a lot of days. But Dad always made sure I had dinner and if I was awake before he went to work, he fed me breakfast.
I remember I woke to my Parents arguing, which was common. So I hid under my covers.
But this one night, they were louder than usual.
After I heard a loud crash, curiosity got the best of me. However, if I knew what I would have seen when I left my room, I wouldn’t have left the safety of my bedroom.
When I walked into the living room, Dad was on the floor with the end table knocked over plus the lamp and he had a bloody nose. It confused me. Because I never saw that part of their arguments.
I noticed Mom looked at me; I looked at her but her expression gave me chills. Her eyes were black, filled with hatred. Her look scared me to death.
Dad told me to go back to my room but fear froze me.
To this day it still gives me chills and I can still picture it like it happened yesterday.
The next day Dad struggled to explain it but I was too young to understand what a love affair was. He tried to explain it by saying Mom was kissing another guy. Yet he still lost me.
Since I am older, I know what he meant, and it makes my blood boil. But, it also breaks my heart knowing what Dad went through.
Even though Dad was living in hell, he was the strongest person I knew. Going to work full time, coming home to take care of me and the house, and dealing with Mom. Dad was in pain, but rarely did he complain. I wanted to grow up to be like my Dad. He was my hero.
My parents divorced in November before my second birthday.
I spent my birthday with Dad and my grandparents. Mom didn’t want to come. She didn’t want to be in the same room with him.
Dad was out of the house by January. And left me with Mom. It confused me why Dad was leaving me. I thought I made him upset.
I understood why Dad left when I got older but it also pissed me off. Why the hell would you leave your kid with your ex wife who abused you?
Back then, I felt scared to be alone with Mom. And I felt sad because my hero left me.
As weeks passed, I became Mom’s target. But with being little, meant I could get away from her quicker. I always hid under my bed. There were many times I fell asleep under there.
Though that only worked for Mom, I also was her boyfriends target. It was harder to get away from him. The both of us never had that father, son relationship. I was…. His toy..
Anyway. A year after Dad left, he came back for me. But I had mix emotions. Like, feeling confused, feeling upset. I had to live in hell for a year. Dad only had to deal with Mom but I had to deal with her and her boyfriend.
But I was excited, I didn’t want to live there anymore.
I was three and couldn’t pack well. I needed Mom’s help, but she sat on the couch smoking her weed instead.
Though my pacing bugged her, she yelled at me to sit down. She frightened me, so I listened right away. So, I went to sit at the dinner table, where I stared out the window. I am not positive if I blinked.
When I saw Dad pull up, I ran like the wind to greet him outside. I gave him a big smile. Back then I didn’t understand why Dad gave me an uneasy smile while getting out of the car. Like I do now.
He was angry at Mom because she beat me up. Actually, Willie (Mom’s boyfriend.) did.
Dad and I went into the house, he told me to go wait in my room for him.
My parents haven’t seen each other or talked to each other for a year. And what was the first thing they do? Argue with each other. This time it was about how Mom has been treating me.
It was three o’clock, by the time Dad and I left. We stopped at a burger shop ten minutes from Mom’s.
A waiter showed us to our table, while he was asking if he could bring us anything, we locked eyes for a moment. I gave him a nervous smile which he returned with a dark smile.
If I knew Mom’s boyfriend worked there, I would have begged Dad to go somewhere else or go home and eat.
After Dad gave, our waiter, Mom’s boyfriend, the order, Dad tried to make conversation with me.
I wondered if Dad forgot what age I was. Sure, I may have been advance in my speech but didn’t mean I could hold a whole conversation.
Leaning in toward Dad, I told him quietly and hastily,
“Daddy. We should have gone to your home. People are looking.”
I remember his surprised look he gave me before he let out a sigh.
Dad leaned back in his chair. “Brook, It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
But that didn’t comfort me. It made me worry more. I had bruises on my face and I wanted no one to think my Dad did it. So I pulled my hooded part of my hoodie over my head.
“Daddy. Everyone is looking. Are you not scared?” I trembled.
Dad told me not to worry about it. And that we will take it one day at a time. He even apologized for leaving me. Because he didn’t think Mom would beat her own child.
Well news flash, she did. And even brought her boyfriend on board.
Willie our waiter came by to drop off our water and to take our order. But he still gave me that dark smile. I tried to avoid eye contact with him. However, I find it funny how blind Dad was. If I was a parent, I wouldn’t like if some random guy kept smiling creepy at my child.
Dad order two cheeseburgers with fries. While waiting for the food to come, Dad and I continued to talk.
Because I didn’t feel comfortable being in public plus with Willie around, I gave Dad short, to the point answers.
After we got done eating, Dad paid for the bill and Willie told us to have a nice day but he kept on staring at me.
He scared me, so I moved closer to Dad.
I was the happiest kid to be back on the road again. No more Mom. No more Willie. To this point, I was free. I could get my life back on track. Work through things I witnessed with my parents arguing and what I went through.
I was even more thrilled to be pulling up to Dad’s house. Where I saw an older lady.
She was about five feet tall with grey wavy hair.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Brook, meet your Grandma Duke.” Dad replied.
When Dad got out of t