BrookLyn’s Journey has been well received. The reviews on Amazon have been amazing as well. I am grateful that it has been so well received. I have decided to share the prologue today on my blog. If interested in reading more you can go to www.smashwords.com to download 20% of the book for free. Thanks for your support!
BrookLyn’s Journey by Coffey Brown
Five-year-old BrookLyn hid under her bed with her ears covered, her brother and sisters were at school and she was all alone, trying to hide from her mother’s loud screams. Her knees knocked with fear and she squeezed them together, hoping not to pee in her pants. Breathing in and out, trying to calm her heartbeat, she was shaking uncontrollably.
It sounded like her father was driving a nail into a board, like when he worked on the house, but it was his fist into her mother. The more he hit her, the louder she became. BrookLyn cringed with every blow.
After what felt like forever, the hitting and the screams, finally stopped, but then the whimpering started. She heard the door slam, thinking her father had left the house. Then without warning, she was whisked out from her hiding place. With the swiftness of a burglar, her mother pulled her by her ankles, snatching her from under the bed.
“Why did you write on his walls?”
“It was an accident.”
“No, you were an accident, BrookLyn.”
She didn’t know what it meant, but was sure it wasn’t good. “Mommy, I didn’t mean to.”
“You never do.”
BrookLyn squirmed, trying to break free. Her mother gripped her tighter each time she moved. “You’re hurting me, Mommy.” She begged her to let go, through the thick smell of her mother’s anger and fear.
“If it wasn’t for you children, I could leave him. I can’t—”
Her mother touched BrookLyn’s legs and then looked at her, confused. “Why are you wet?”
BrookLyn was ashamed and unable to move from her grasp. The fear had taken over her little body. She started crying when her mother finally loosened her grip, realizing that she had gone to the bathroom on herself. She rubbed her arms where her mother had squeezed.
Finally, she pulled away completely, running into her sister, Ebonee’s, room for safety. She hid in the closet, lying in a little ball, as small as she could get, hoping it would all be over when she woke up.
But for poor little BrookLyn, it was all just beginning…
© 2012 by Stacey Pierce