“Sarah, get up! We have to go.”
“Why, Daddy? I thought you liked Carolyn.”
“Don’t argue with me! Get up and let’s get outta here!”
He sounded funny in a scary-sort of way, and his eyes had that strange haunted look I hadn't seen in a long time. Without another word I went to the bathroom and got dressed. When I came out, he’d wrecked Carolyn’s house just like all the others, except this time Daddy had a big smile on his face.
“Sarah, we hit it big, baby!” Holding up his hand, he held a wad of money. “Over a thousand dollars in a cookie jar, Sarah! No more garages for a long time!”

Drowning In Memories, Book Two: Part One
Bitter Tasting Memories

“What the hell?” Bending down, he said, “Sarah, honey, what are you doing on the floor? What happened?”
Olivia had left me lying on the floor, the towel still thrown over me. I tried to move, moaning from the pain my body felt with the movement. I started to cry.
“Why are you on the bathroom floor, Sarah?” Henry asked again with deep concern in his voice.
“She beat me…paddle with holes,” I whispered, too weak to raise my head.
Henry pulled the towel up, saw the marks, and became furious. “Olivia did this?”

Drowning In Memories: Part Two
After Midnight
(Cover shown is on the Kindle single edition)

The last couple of months I’d watched him gradually wither and become more fragile than he’d already been. His complexion, a dull ash color. His once sparkling blue eyes now held a cloudy film, extinguishing the sparkle.
While watching him struggle to take his next labored breath, a dull, empty ache gnawed at my soul. I knew death was knocking at the door.
My heart ached with nostalgia when he looked over at me sitting beside him. He smiled one last time before he closed his eyes and his chest ceased to rise.
The grandfather I had loved so dearly was gone.

Drowning In Memories: Bonus Story
One In A Million: A True Story of Friendship
(Cover shown is on the Kindle single edition)

Listening to David talk about life and how precious a gift life was, I discovered another world through his eyes. A world filled with love and beauty. Through his words I found the strength I needed to go on, but also, through his eyes, I realized how selfish I’d been the night I took the pills.

Cutter’s Revenge, Book Three

In the nightmare I see my mother, smiling, as she falls over a banister. I watch, unable to move, while my mother keeps falling and falling and falling, until finally, she lands six stories down on the tile floor. Only then do I find the courage to move from my watchful sanctuary. I run up to the lifeless form, sprawled and broken, but it isn't my mother on the floor. It’s a woman chopped in pieces; body parts thrown around the room; blood everywhere.

Trophy Murders:
(parts of this are found in Drowning In Memories, but this one is a special edition for my fiction fans, mixing truth with an awesome crime story).

She struggled to stay on her feet while the audience continued to spin. An extremely large number of kids had gathered. A thousand swayed in front of her.
When her legs no longer would hold her up, Sarah slowly sank to the floor.
Picturing her aunt’s face, she thought, Great! Just fucking great! “Olivia’s going to love this,” she mumbled. “First day and already I get myself into a fight right outside the office doors. Will she believe it wasn't my fault; I didn't start it? Shit! I doubt it. She never believed me before, so why would this be any different?”

If you (or if you know of someone) who has suffered physical, emotional or mental abuse, rape and/or sexual molestation in silence, my series is for you.
Bitter Memories, a true story of survival while coping and learning to overcome severe childhood abuse, is truly a human interest story that should be read and shared!

This insightful journey into my childhood of tragedy and sorrow around every corner will take you on a roller coaster ride that you will not soon forget. The dialogue is honest and intense as I show the countless attacks and endless horrific events inflicted on me, an innocent child.

To learn more please visit my website.

http://sj2448.wix.com/suejulsen