The Book
The book, “I Had No Choice” is my truthful fiction story of abuse I endured starting as a child. But woven into the abuse, are the threads of reality that it was up to me to stop the mistreatment. It is truthful because it did happen. It is fiction because names, places and people were changed. Some events are recorded as they really took place. Others are physical and mental descriptions of how I felt when other things happened. You are the reader and listener, so I let you decide which is which. Struggle pushed me into a dark place. Decision pulled me out.
“I don’t like to read, but your book cover and title caught my attention. I listened to the CD in the car and could not turn it off. My law partner is in the middle of what your main character is facing. I gave her mine and ordered another one for me. The story is the most fascinating one I have ever heard and I get more from it each time I listen.” Bryant Goldman, Beverly Hills, CA
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Excerpt
A Beginning
Finally, Jacqueline was able to save some money and her bank statement showed $15,000.00 profit. She paid off the last creditor and now her credit was completely clean after ten years. . .Nothing would go wrong as long as Jacqueline kept her focus.
School was open. Tyrone Perkins . . . treated each woman differently. But one thing he did with all of them . . destroy them mentally, emotionally and financially. He had no reason but loved how he felt after he was done. . .Jacqueline was holding the brush but Tyrone was going to paint the picture. He was going to use her weaknesses to drain her strength. . . No promises, no sex and he had already fooled his way into her checkbook. . .How dumb could she be? It was time for another class.
“You know I’m falling in love with you.”
The boa constrictor wraps around its victim and every time the victim takes a breath, the boa squeezes tighter. The victim actually helps the snake kill them. Every single time Jacqueline tried to take a deep breath to think clearer, he squeezed tighter.
He came over to get some money at 3:00 Sunday afternoon. . . He walked to her and . . . forcefully untied her robe.
“No.”
“I’m not waiting anymore. I want you. Now!” . . .
A major change was coming.
It would cost Jacqueline more than any human being should have to pay for success.
But it was her price.
He beat her. He kicked her. He tortured her. He left her for dead. . . And he never touched her.
Her bleeding business started hemorrhaging. . . She called the bank.
“Your current balance is negative $2,216.42.”
She screamed. Deadly obsession for Tyrone cost Jacqueline. Everything.
“Why did you take all of my money out of the bank without asking me?”
“You don’t question what I do. That was not your money. That was our money.”
“I lost everything. I gave it ALL TO YOU!”
“That is what you are supposed to do. . .You deserve a beating. I just don’t have time!”
“I wish you would. It would not hurt so bad ”
Jacqueline had a visitor that had not been around for many years. . .Her other lover came back just for her.
‘Come spend a little time with me, baby. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.’
‘I want to be with you just for a little while.’
‘Come on baby. You will be fine. You know you need me. Nobody will love you like I will. I know exactly what you need. I am your perfect lover.’
This was a good place. Her friend would never hurt her.
‘It was good that you stopped praying. God does not hear you anymore.’
‘No. God does not listen to or love me anymore. He never will again.’
Her pain was beyond enduring. . . She was dead inside.
‘Darling . . .Stay here with me. They don’t care about you. But I’m going to get my friend if you stay.’
‘I will stay.’
Fully dressed, she curled up on the floor next to her bed and begged for her lover to hold her tighter while bringing his friend.
His friend was suicide.
She sat on the side of the bed, picked up the glass of water, and one at a time, started taking the pills and peacefully, calmly, happily, easily and slowly, started her journey. . .Never to return to this living hell.