Seven Sisters...Valerie

By Nellie Cake

It's not a crime to clock in somewhere to earn a home, a living, food, clothes, uniforms, shoes to work in, and material belongings, but it does make you a target for every low-life alcoholic crack head and drug addict thieves in every city and town. No human deserves to work their entire life to have some scum of the earth come take it all.

In many tiny towns they're hard to avoid and just like roaches, they're hard to get rid of. Valerie lived among these slugs yet managed to stay to herself without the bad guys knowing she lived there for over twenty five years. She bought a metal box that had no floors, walls, furniture, appliances, bathrooms, electric, water, plumbing, sinks, or toilets. There was literally nothing in this box. Valerie thought, 'I can build a house from this metal box, I can do this.'

She didn't know she was living in the heart of a huge nest of alcoholic crack heads. They were nothing but drugged up thieving narcissists because all she ever did was go to work, come home to continue rehab on her house/trailer, sell some stuff on eBay, pay bills, and feed her daughter, Yellow (aka) Kaylow who was named after the Yellow Sac spider.

She knew a lot of good people in this town, but she never knew these thieving monsters existed...not yet anyways. Valerie had eyes everywhere. It seemed like she even had eyes in the back of her head. She'd stay up nights and most days watching every thing that was going on in this tiny town. None of these slugs knew she was watching all the thieving they were doing. Every time a new house was being built all the bushes, shrubbery and even light poles would come up missing. Nothing was safe that wasn't under lock and key. Well sorry, but that statement isn't completely true. Valerie had innocently loaned them bolt cutters and never got them back, eventually she knew what they were doing with them. Then they would sell it to another unsuspecting family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005005436

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Seven Sisters...Valerie

It's not a crime to clock in somewhere to earn a home, a living, food, clothes, uniforms, shoes to work in, and material belongings, but it does make you a target for every low-life alcoholic crack head and drug addict thieves in every city and town. No human deserves to work their entire life to have some scum of the earth come take it all.

In many tiny towns they're hard to avoid and just like roaches, they're hard to get rid of. Valerie lived among these slugs yet managed to stay to herself without the bad guys knowing she lived there for over twenty five years. She bought a metal box that had no floors, walls, furniture, appliances, bathrooms, electric, water, plumbing, sinks, or toilets. There was literally nothing in this box. Valerie thought, 'I can build a house from this metal box, I can do this.'

She didn't know she was living in the heart of a huge nest of alcoholic crack heads. They were nothing but drugged up thieving narcissists because all she ever did was go to work, come home to continue rehab on her house/trailer, sell some stuff on eBay, pay bills, and feed her daughter, Yellow (aka) Kaylow who was named after the Yellow Sac spider.

She knew a lot of good people in this town, but she never knew these thieving monsters existed...not yet anyways. Valerie had eyes everywhere. It seemed like she even had eyes in the back of her head. She'd stay up nights and most days watching every thing that was going on in this tiny town. None of these slugs knew she was watching all the thieving they were doing. Every time a new house was being built all the bushes, shrubbery and even light poles would come up missing. Nothing was safe that wasn't under lock and key. Well sorry, but that statement isn't completely true. Valerie had innocently loaned them bolt cutters and never got them back, eventually she knew what they were doing with them. Then they would sell it to another unsuspecting family.

She was a grave yard worker that was building a home for her and her daughter. She never trusted anyone or let anyone in her metal box. Her job was training managers to cook at restaurants, she was an M.I.T. trainer which means of course manager in training. She had a lot of things going good for her in life if she can just keep the thieving monsters away from her house. Boarding up all the windows and bolting all doors wasn't good enough and she could never leave her house without someone staying there to watch everything.

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