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Life can be cruel, especially when you come from a family as sick and twisted as mine. Suffering through abuse, lies, and hate isn’t easy, but I’ll survive. Because if I don’t, I’m taking a few of them with me.

The Splintered Doll is based on a true story that I wrote for my mother, Catherine, aka Harmony. It is about her life and survival through a cruel and abusive childhood.

My mother hoped that by sharing her story with the world, others who have suffered (or are suffering) unimaginable circumstances would be encouraged to never stop fighting for the life they want and deserve.

If you think you can handle it, we would love for you to engulf yourself in this emotional journey and grab your copy of The Splintered Doll today!

Why was he raping me again? Oh yeah, that’s right, cause he was drunk.

He was drunk, and I was there.

Yeah, that made sense… except it fucking didn’t!

Not only was I not interested in sleeping with him, I was his damn sister!

What in the hell was wrong with him? It would probably be a shorter list if I named the things that weren’t wrong with him.

Either way, I didn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say? Get off me before I kill you?

Of course, I thought it, but I wouldn’t dare speak it. If I did, he’d likely kill me instead. I was twenty- one, ten years younger than him, and I liked my life… or I liked it sometimes.

Regardless, I didn’t want to lose it for being a smart ass.

My brother Damien was an evil bastard, and sadly that wasn’t the worst of it. Ever heard the saying about God giving with both hands? It refers to the overflow of love and generosity God bestows upon us.

Well, I think the devil took over in creating my brother because I have a second one, equally evil named Trevor.