Her Demons

Tara D. Harris-Fuller

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Charisma has had it rough life since the loss of her mother. At the age 13, she moves in with her father and his wife, Dianne but their relationship never becomes cordial. While living with her father she meets Peaches and finds out they share a birthday, but little do she know they share more than just a birthday. When Charisma gets raped by a neighborhood thug, things between her and Dianne get worse, so she moves in with her dad's mother, Grandma Ruth; where she meets Stacy, the brother of her sister LaChae's friend Tricia. What started as a great relationship soon turns heinous as he tries to kill her. While fighting Stacy, she is fighting the voices and demons in her head. Will she survive the torment of Stacy, will she get revenge for her rape, or will the voices and demons control her?

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Suspenso
• Explicit
• Erotica
• Murder
• Excipit
• Sex
• Drama
• Suspense
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 09 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665564663
• Langue: English

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HER DEMONS

THE MENTAL ANGUISH





TARA D. HARRIS-FULLER














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Published by AuthorHouse 08/08/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-6467-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6466-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022913264




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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.



In Memory of my late husband, Reginald Fuller
I Finally Did It My Way, Babe!!



CONTENTS
Acknowledgements

Chapter 1 Charisma - Business First
Chapter 2 Charisma - The End or Beginning
Chapter 3 Charisma - The Past is Not Always the Past
Chapter 4 LaChae - My Sister’s Keeper
Chapter 5 Tricia - Please Don’t Talk to My Brother
Chapter 6 LaChae - When It Rains It Pours On Her!
Chapter 7 Peaches - One-Of-A-Kind Friendship
Chapter 8 Charisma - I Still Hear Her Calling My Name
Chapter 9 Charisma - Think Back – When He Tried To Kill Me
Chapter 10 Charisma - Reminiscing Again
Chapter 11 Karen - Money Scheme
Chapter 12 Charisma - They Think I Don’t Know
Chapter 13 Peaches - Soul Ties or Just Pure Evil
Chapter 14 Charisma - The Drama Queen
Chapter 15 Charisma - The Plan and Playground
Chapter 16 Charisma - The Sweetest Revenge
Chapter 17 Charisma - The Gloves Are Off
Chapter 18 Karen - Things Got Out of Hand
Chapter 19 Peaches - I Want Her and Him Too
Chapter 20 Karen – Somebody’s Watching Me
Chapter 21 Charisma - Time for a New



ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First and foremost, I want to thank the Heavenly Father for His Grace and Mercy because without Him nothing is possible. The many nights I sat up pondering and going out of my mind, it was God’s grace and favor that got me through and kept me going.
I want to thank my best friend, Marietta. Some things do not need to be explained, you always have my back and support me. Thank you for being my listening ear and motivation even when I wanted to give up and my spiritual guidance counselor. YOU ROCK!!
To my sisters/sister-girlfriends: Sharronne, Charita, Keasha, Lisa, Crystal, Temecia, Renee, Charlotte, Nicole, Yumica and Elicita— ladies, I love you all, thanks for letting me vent, cry and as we say it, BE ME!! I know I can be a handful, but you all let me be just that and encouraged me to just let it flow and that I did! My QUEENS!!
To my family and friends… I mean my real friends, you all know who you are— thank you for your support and putting up with my antics over the years, my real MVPs!!
To my editor Kamechak King, thank you for your defying editing and advice. Thank you Eve Carson and Eve Ardell for helping me finally publish my work, keeping me on task, having patience with me and moving things along.
To my daughters: Tarjae, Shawntae, and Lynette — Mommy loves you girls so much and thanks for helping me and letting me know you got me even in the midst of my storms.
Finally, I must thank my mother, Daphne, for her continued support, praise, and encouragement. You saw in me what I had yet to see in myself and continued to push me and encourage me to write, write and write. As an avid reader, you’ve always encouraged me to go above and beyond and with this one I did. Mom I got creative and really went outside my comfort zone. !! Love you for life, my SHERO!!




CHAPTER 1
CHARISMA - BUSINESS FIRST
Today, March 11, 2002, was the open house for Denise’s Safe Place . I opened it in honor of my late mother, Denise Tony. The center was for young adults dealing with domestic violence and sexual abuse. I was excited, the grant and donations from the community had finally came through and the Mayor and friends helped make my dream come true.
Once I found a location; I made calls, placed ads in several different newspapers and spoke with furniture companies and other businesses on donating furniture, bedding, dressers, desks, and other items for the center. I called the telephone and cable companies to set up services and interviewed people for positions at the center. I hired two therapists, three counselors, four house techs, a house manager, and an administrative assistant. I also hired a registered nurse and residential assistant to be on site daily.
After all the administrative planning, it was time to get the ball rolling and have an open house. I was dead ass tired from making calls, planning, decorating, renovating, and doing paperwork.
Tired and all, I was still excited. Peaches, LaChae and Tricia were all right by my side. I had a caterer prepare all the food and refreshments for the open house. The house was decorated both inside and out. Everyone that needed to be there was there. The Mayor surprised me with her presence, and offered to help with a summer program and provide daycare vouchers for the participants with children.
The center provides daily coping and life skills for the participants, has a GED program and computer training classes. We offer therapy, anger management, conflict resolution sessions and additional assistance for the participants.
At the open house, I met parents and guardians of some of the young adults who had been picked to participate in the center programs and live at Denise’s Safe Place. This was indeed a special time for me. The center was designed for the participants to stay from six months to two years at a time. Provisions could be made for clients to stay longer if deemed necessary by their social worker or therapist. I felt confident about my new endeavor and where I was going professionally in my career.
After the open house, the ladies, a few of the staff and I went out for drinks at a nearby sports bar. The ambiance in the bar was just what the doctor ordered. I ordered a Tequila Sunrise and the ladies ordered drinks as well. We all sat at the bar and talked about the open house and a path forward. After a few drinks, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While walking towards the bathroom, I felt like someone was staring at me. When I turned around to see who it was, I thought I saw someone from my past; I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but when I opened them the person was gone. I looked around the bar but could not find that person anywhere. I continued towards the bathroom, when I returned to the table Peaches asked me, “Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“I pray that who I think I saw isn’t really who I saw, and that my eyes were just playing tricks on me!” I responded.
“Well, who do you think you saw?” asked LaChae.
“Doesn’t matter, I may have had one too many tequilas and my vision is just a little blurry,” I said.
“Okay, if you say so!” said Peaches. “We can talk about it later, let’s pay this bill and get out of here. I have to work tomorrow; I have an early morning meeting with a new client.”
“Cool, yeah the center’s first day is tomorrow, and I need to prepare for tomorrow as well. The open house was a success. Now the hard work begins,” I explained.
“This has been your dream and vision for years, Sis, you got this!” said LaChae.
Tricia joined in the conversation and said, “Yeah, Charisma, you got this; besides, we got your back. We’re all in this together big sister, we’re all in this together!!”
It felt good hearing the ladies speak highly of me, but deep down I felt scared to partake in this new endeavor. Yes, this has been my vision for some time, but to finally be able to work and build on my dream and vision was something different.
I paid the bill and we all walked towards the door to leave the bar. As I was leaving, I looked back and there he was. He was sitting at a table near the back of the bar with another gentleman. I froze in my tracks and fell to the floor.
When I opened my eyes, Peaches and Tricia were holding my hands and LaChae was wiping my head with a wet towel. The ambulance had been called and a paramedic was taking my blood pressure.
“Not sure what happened Ma’am, but your blood pressure is extremely high, and we would like to take you to the hospital for observation and maybe some medicine to lower it,” said the paramedic.
“High blood pressure, how high?” I responded.
“Ma’am your pressure is 168/101, that is high. Are you currently taking high blood pressure medication? Has your pressure been this high before?” the paramedic asked.
“No, I’m not taking medication for high blood pressure. Today has been a hectic and busy day. My pressure is probably high due to the day I’ve had and there’s no need for me to go to the hospital. Besides, I had a few drinks celebrating today and I may have had one too many. Thanks for your concern but I will follow-up with my doctor in the morning,” I said.
“Ma’am not only is your blood pressure high, but you also fainted and