Sometimes It Can Take Years

By Paigee Turner

A woman has waited 15 long years to get revenge on the man who raped her and killer her 4 year old son, so she plans everything out, bides her time, and waits until he is most vulnerable, at the heights of his career to exact his revenge. She will show everyone the monster he is on the inside and the outside.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paigee Turner
• Release date: Nov 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310853906

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Sometimes It Can Take Years

By Paigee Turner

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Paigee Turner and

Taking A Leap of Faith Publishing

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This story is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or close to those events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual person’s, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Monica knew there was a special place in hell for people like the man she was staring at down the street.  She also knew that according to the Bible she was supposed to turn the other cheek, she was supposed to forgive and somehow learn to forget.  But some things are just too hard to forget, because they come to you in the night and leave you screaming and crying, wrapped up in a ball from a nightmare that wasn’t really a nightmare, it had really happened.  And some things, at least as a mother, you just can’t forgive, because your heart is not only filled with sorrow, but with anger, searing white hot, that never dampens down.  And when you put your faith in the justice system who can’t find this man, and when they eventually stop looking, because other cases come up, it just becomes too much.  They have it easy. They can forget, because it’s just one more case to them.  But to you, it’s your life.  You can’t go back; it hurts too much to go forward.  Then you come up with a plan.  If they can’t find him, you will.  If they can’t bring him to justice, you will make him pay for every single thing that he did.  You told him you would.  You told him you’d find him.  So you do it.

It’s been fifteen years; years that can really change a person.  Look at how I’ve changed.  I became a nurse, I went from blonde to brunette and ever since he and I have been in the same locale I have been wearing nonprescription eyeglasses, just to make sure I'm not recognized.  It’s interesting how idiots don’t change much.  He's still going by the same name, just using his middle name as his first name.

Back then the first thing I did was hire a PI to get as much info on him as possible.  He was so arrogant he told me his name.  I hired the PI because I had to understand why he did it. Why someone who was supposed to help people had strayed so far from the path.  And the guy that had started chasing us was just the ringer, getting us to his lair.  I suppose I should be happy that my little David was so young, a few years older and his propensity for younger children might have led him to my son’s room.  I thank God every night that David was only four.

Looking at him now down the street he looked so happy, like he was on top of the world.  I couldn’t wait to show him just how far a man could fall in one day.  He really was at the heights right now, here on tour, making the big bucks, no one knowing who and what he really is.  But I would get him away, we’d be leaving the country and he wouldn’t even know it.  There are perks to being a nurse, like knowing which drugs to use to put someone out quickly.

The PI I used was very efficient, and for a price, even got me his social security number.  I used that to keep track of him.  He truly thought he had gotten away when he left the state.  He waited a couple years, then he resurfaced as Thomas, his middle name.  But this time it was different.  This time he wanted to be the big man on campus, and to do that, his proclivities had to be kept under wraps. Which meant secret meetings with sex slaves bought for a few hours of pleasure.   At least this is what I assume, I mean it had to be something like that, because a man like him just doesn’t go cold turkey.  The higher he got in his profession, the more money he got, and the more money he got, the more power he got.  And once you get so much power, you start to feel like the world is your oyster and you can do things that the little people can’t do.  So I know, somehow, someway, he got his fix.  It was just in secret, under the table, and paid for by honest, hardworking people who would be appalled to know they had just paid for their idol to have sex with a young child.

He’s on television and the radio now, spreading someone else’s truth to make him and his people money.  And the people just eat it up.  He looks like a fine upstanding man.  How little they truly know.  All these wonderful people would be so ashamed that they had actually believed anything that he had uttered.  Even I was suckered when I first met him.  He offered sanctuary; he offered to hide my son and I from the man that was chasing us.  I thought we were saved.  He took us in and down to the basement because if the man came he didn’t want him to be able to find us.  We had been running for a while and I guess we fell asleep.  When I awoke I was chained to a pole and my son was locked in another room.  I could hear him crying and saying, "Mommy, mommy, where