“This was one intense book and it’s not for the faint at heart. Once the story draws you in, you can’t put it down!”
My life was vicious, but don’t feel sorry for me. I wasn’t always the victim; in fact, I left a few victims of my own.
I had to. It’s called survival, and I wasn’t going to survive if I was weak. I’ll tell you my story but I warn you now, it’s not pretty. I came from a family made up of killers, rapists, and thieves. Remorse isn’t in our vocabulary.
But what I’ve done is not more important than how I got this way. A woman that’s seen way too much and learned everything through trial and error. I can’t even read and write, and while that may be shocking, knowledge is not the only way you gain power.
You have to take what you want and make it a reality because no matter your journey, you have to fight.
Lucky for me, when I needed a weapon, I could use the knife others buried in my back to cut my way through life.