I Didn't Create This Monster, Life Did!

Vanessa Mitchell-Smoot

Description

How can someone so innocent be so cold? Welcome to the life of Molestation, Prostitution, Corruption on another level. You think you hear and seen it all “I Didn’t create this monster life did!” Will change your mind. Betrayed all her life drove Ne-Ne into a rage. Take a trip through her journey and hold on to your seat, because it is a wild ride you will never forget!

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Suspense
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 04 mars 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781504983174
• Langue: English

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I Didn’t Create This Monster , Life Did!
 

 
Vanessa Mitchell- Smoot
 
 

 
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© 2016 Vanessa Mitchell- Smoot. All rights reserved.
 
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
 
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.
 
Published by AuthorHouse  06/28/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-5049-8318-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5049-8317-4 (e)
 
 
 
 
 
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Table of Contents
Introduction
 
Chapter 1- My Childhood years
Chapter 2- My Teenage Years
Chapter 3- Life on the Streets
Chapter 4- The Dope Game
Chapter 5- Valuable lessons
Chapter 6- Karma
Chapter 7- Corruption
Chapter 8- Sweet Revenge
Chapter 9- The ultimate betrayal
Part 2
Chapter 10- Prayers
Chapter 11- Getting Better
Chapter 12- Handling family problems
Chapter 13- Tell the Truth
Chapter 14- Finding a Murderer
Chapter 15- Till death do we part?
Chapter 16- The Drama of love
Chapter 17- A daughter Scorn
Chapter 18- Time to pay
Chapter 19- Moving on
Dedication
I like to dedicate this book to all the Ne-Ne, Diamond, Channel, Michael and Jordan in the world. I want you to know that someone out there do love you and there is always a place to turn. I dedicate this book to my sisters: Paulette Smith, Linda Grooms, Rhonda Beal, and my brothers: Tony, Gregory and Rodney Mitchell. My Two brothers in heaven Ricky David and Henry Mitchell, I love you all. My two sons: Vernell and Darnell, I bet you didn’t know momma could write this good. Also my grandbaby Sean, all my nieces and nephews I love you.
Thank you
I thank the lord for giving me the knowledge and experience to write this book. Thank my mother Annie Getter, for embracing my imagination for all these years. My beautiful niece Jasmine Beal for letting me use her pictures, Auntie Love you so much. Author house who believed in me and publish my book and everyone who buys my book and supports me, I love you all. A special thanks to my BFF Anita Williams who if she hadn’t read my script, this book probably would not have made it on the market. Special thanks to Patricia Roni at Author house who made me feel right at home.
Introduction

Daddy Little Girl
When I was a baby you held me in your arms, Promise to protect me from all harm
When I was two I look up to you, and when I felt down you kiss away my booboo
When I was five I felt so alive, you pick me up from school and we go for a ride
When I was seven it felt like heaven to see my daddy smile, and laugh with me for a while
When I turn ten the fun begin, but after a while I didn’t see you again
Now I’m thirteen and life is mean, Mommy boyfriends act like he’s the king and I’m the queen
I wash the dishes and mop the floor, when mommy’s away I have to lock my door
He told me to grow up things are not so bad, But I don’t like doing the things that he and mommy have
I’m not a woman I’m just a child, I don’t want to sit on his lap for a while
Mommy don’t stop him and I don’t know who to tell, Daddy it feels like I’m living in Hell
Daddy come back something are not right, I want to be your little girl again and sleep at night
I guess one day I will find you out there, I sometimes wonder if daddy even cares.
 
This is the poem I wrote to my daddy and I wonder if he will ever read it. If he does then he will understand me and the things that I’m going through and just maybe one day he will save me from this living hell. I came to the conclusion at an early age nobody wants to hear the truth or really cares. A child should be seen and not hear, and a mother only hears what she wants. If she has a choice between you and her man, he wins hands down. Everyone has a story to tell and this is mine.
As I was rush into the emergency room, I could hear people screaming “Code Blue!, Code Blue!” I felt blood rushing into my lungs and I was gargling. Well I knew my day would come after all the dirt I did, hopefully it’s not my day to die. Of all the people in the world to get revenge on me, why did it have to be him? As my life begins to flash before my eyes I wonder if I could have done anything differently and if I could would I?
Why did my family think I was invinsible? I guess because of the way I carried myself, never letting my feeling show and developing an “I don’t give a damn” attitudute. Not showing any emotions. This was the only way I knew how to protect myself. My heart had grown so cold towards the world I no longer trust anyone, I felt everyone was out to get me or wanted something from me. Everyone had a motive, I often wonder what life would have been like if I was somebody else or if I would had let someone into mines, would I be in the same perdicument that I’m in now? Why did this have to happen to me? These are all the questions I asked myself time and time again. If I could have done something different what would it had been? I’m going to let you be the judge of it as I walk you through my life story from the beginning starting with my childhood
CHAPTER 1 My Childhood years
My Name is Natasha Smith, I was born in Renton Washington and my mother Pearl had 5 children 2 boys and 3 girls. I was the third child my brother’s names are: Jordan and Michael sisters Channel and Diamond. I knew I was different when I didn’t get a celebrity name but my dad wanted me name after his mother. We all had different fathers, but it didn’t matter because none of them stay around long enough to know us. I later learn we were all products of her johns, she didn’t know them either or so she said.
My mother was a party girl very beautiful, fair skin, freckles, long curly hair, and long legs with an hour glass shape body. Most of her time was spent with the different men she brought home and we were practically raising ourselves. My mother best friend Sheila was also a prostitute they used to work the streets together and watch each other backs. One night a bluish green color truck pulled up and picked up Sheila. Usually my mother takes down the license plate number but she had seen this truck there many times before so she didn’t bother. This turned out to be a huge mistake, the next day when she went to her corner Shelia wasn’t there. Pearl asked around and no one had seen her, two days later she seen her on the news someone had killed her. They cut off her hands and feet, beheaded her, and the only thing was left was her body. The only reason my mother knew it was Shelia because they both had matching tattoos of a half of butterfly. Shelia had hers tattoo on the right butt cheek and Pearl on the left. They always joke about pitting any man that was caught between their butterflies. When Shelia died a part of my mother died with her, and that was the day she stops loving everyone including herself. I believe my mother blamed herself for not taking down the license plates that day. I hated seeing her like this but we didn’t know what to do. I keep asking myself why did Shelia have to die and if my mother had been the one who died would Shelia act the same way? Why did she have so much power of my mother life?
After Shelia was killed Pearl started bringing her regular customers home. It wasn’t until years later she found out about the green river murders. A serial killer was targeting prostitutes on the streets. Some of the girls that worked with her felt victim to this man and she didn’t want to be one of them. Pearl believed Shelia was also a victim of the green river murder because of the description of his truck. The safest thing for her was to bring her study customer home so she wouldn’t fall victim to him or the police. When she wasn’t in the bedroom working she was dressing up and hitting the streets. She never kept a boyfriend, because of her lifestyle. I never understand it because that’s the way she met most of them. I guess men thought my mother would change after meeting them but she loves money and that will never happen. There was always chaos at home between my mother, her different boyfriends and her johns, they were arguing, cussing, fighting and men were always beating her. At first it scared us, but it was happening so often it became a normal way of life with us. We started making a game out of the cuss words each person had to curse for one minute and whoever said the most curse words without repeating themselves was the winner. Jordan won most of the time and Diamond came in second.
When I was seven I started hiding in my mother closet being nosey. The things I saw her do discuss me and I hated having her as a mom. One man paid her for a golden shower (in other words to pee on him), another wanted a head job and smacked her because he said her teeth went in too deep. Another one paid to beat her at the same time they were having sex and some men did role play. I never like the way men treated or talked to her, but when