Her Next Door: Bitches, #1

By T. R. Robinson

Have you ever moved house and wondered what the neighbours will be like? Will they be friends or enemies?

 

Tara found herself in that exact position when she excitedly unlocked the door to her first new home.

 

At first Sharon's smiling facade indicates friendliness but behind it lies an evil woman who is willing to use any means, drugs, alcohol, sex, and anyone, to get what she wants.

 

Tara's naive, innocent nature makes her no match for the manipulative woman.

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: T. R. Robinson
• Release date: Apr 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386015567

T. R. Robinson

My initial inspiration to write came from when I realised my life, as well as those of my ancestors, were anything but ‘normal’. They were certainly not ‘run-of-the-mill’. Originating within a very loving family I was, at a very early age, unexpectedly thrown into a very cruel world. Abuse, torture, violence and disappointment followed and have been my companions for as long as I can remember. However, there were also some enjoyable fun times that I recall with pleasure. For example: when a good friend and I, dressed in evening gowns and with our best jewellery on, fell face first into mud or when a young man, stopping me in the High Street, went on his knees to, as he put it, ‘worship’ me. These and other similar events still bring a smile to my face. Having survived the abuse, torture (World War II) and eventually escaping from domestic violence I went on to experience a variety of different employments. Laboratory assistant, night hospital orderly, machinist in a clothing factory, finally finding a niche in the world of public houses and night clubs as a barmaid and waitress. Though not glamorous these did provide the income, by working three jobs at the same time, to support and bring up my son. Regrettably I did not entirely leave abuse and violence behind me. But I am a survivor and am here to share a variety of tales, both factual and fictional, with you. Website: http://www.trrobinsonpublications.com If you have comments or questions or would like to contact me for any reason, please use website ‘Contact’ form at: https://trrobinsonpublications.com/contact/ Other books by the author: Details and links to other books by the athor may be found at: https://trrobinsonpublications.com/books/ I hope enjoyed this book and would appreciate you leaving a review on any of the social media sites you may use as well as Amazon, Goodreads, etc. T. R. Robinson 2017

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Preface

Language: British English including British spelling has been used throughout.

Disclaimer: This tale has been inspired by and is, in parts, based upon actual events. Therefore, to protect those still living, whether they deserve it or not, as well as the descendants and friends of those referred to, names of people and places have either been changed or omitted.

T. R. Robinson 2017

1

Place of Her Own

She couldn’t help her trembling hand as she excitedly pressed the key into the lock. The pealing black paint, revealing cracked and dirty wood beneath, didn’t put her off. That could easily be seen to. As the door swung on its old creaking hinges she hesitated. This would be her first steps into a new life, or at least so she hoped. With a mixture of excitement, anxiety, uncertainty and yet hope and joy she stepped across the brass embalmed threshold. This was almost unbelievable. After all the hassle, trouble and rejections, was this real? Had she achieved something few other, if any, woman had? Was her life about to take a turn for the better? Would such hard earned success continue? Could it? Half afraid to believe she stepped into the darkened musty entrance. Stopping before the half glazed inner door she again hesitated. Did she really have the right to enter? Perhaps this was all a dream that she’d wake from any moment. Oh, please God don’t let it be so.

No, the sensation of cool air on her skin said this was no dream. Imperceptibly shaking herself, she grasped and turned the dull unpolished brass knob. Surprisingly, the door swung open with unexpected ease. Now, another step into an unknown future. Again she hesitated, though there wasn’t another step to cross it still felt as if she was about to enter a new, undiscovered, world. Squinting against the darkness of the dull interior she peered in. The dank, musty aroma of uncared for carpets and wood rushed toward her permeating her nostrils with its unpleasantness. Her nose twitched. Taking a deep breath, unaware that up to this point she’d been holding it in, she stepped through. It felt strange. Should she be here? Did she really have the right?

The sensation of threadbare