Now imagine being a five year old girl and your mother, your greatest protector, decides to auction off your virginity to the highest bidder. No crying. No screaming. No struggling. Those were the rules. Your mother holds your arms above your head while the man took his prize with delight. Afterward, you black out. When you come to, your mother is there, replacing the bloody towel between your legs along with ice. Whiskey is offered to help numb the madness. How nice of her.Yes. At the age of five.
It doesn't begin there. It begins somewhere around the age of three. Eventually enough is enough and you learn to fight back.
Stacey lived through and beyond horrific child abuse.
This book tells of her brutal beginnings, the streets of Sydney at the age of eleven were preferable to the hell she endured at home. She ran, and those streets became her home for five years.
She was alone, ill, and afraid.
Stacey also had an unshakeable belief that she would do more than just survive her life.
She would not allow her future to be determined by the horrors of her childhood.
She reached out for something different; there had to be more to life; if she could only find it.
She had a dream of a life where pain and humiliation had no place.
She was determined to find that life.
Empty Chairs is the beginning of the journey.
Now she is living the dream.
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Disclosure: I received a copy of each of the books free of charge from the author and the review(s) are that of my own words and thoughts.