Russian Watch...Kicking Rocks Chapter 7

By Nellie Cake

Feudin banjos from the movie, Deliverance is echoing throughout the jail. The Feudin banjos was created the year I was born, 1955. City folks ridicule inbred Hillbillies in real life. I can't stand that movie, but we can't battle the framework the lion's share rules. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Raping, inbreeding and screwing creatures in Appalachia's mountains is valid.

Hillbilly men screw the damnation out of women and animals, but so do ministers and city men in suits. I grew up with this wiped out poo with a lot of the men on both sides of my family. Family wants me to shut up about it all, but that's not going to happen. My mom's side of the family plays guitars, banjos, pianos, and accordions by nature with no lessons.

I had an awesome grandma and awesome aunts who I loved spending the summers with and dad and mom practically had to drag me away from grandma, my aunts and uncles. We didn't have city garments mom and dad couldn't afford clothes for all of us. I wore hand me downs and mom's clothes. Hillbillies have huge families, mostly blood kinfolk, holler creatures.

There are many dark secrets on both sides of the family, but if laundered in public family disowns me quick. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Interbreeding was as common as moonshine, double barrels, Cock battles, and homegrown weed. We built outhouses and later put doors on them. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, but childhood was spent in Appalachian mountains with my debased Hillbilly family.

My two older brothers, uncles and cousins assaulted and raped us girls convincing us it's our fault for enticing them. Dad believed all women are born whores and lure men. Explain to a nine year old what luring and a whore is. When the boys were caught trying to rape me or I snitched the family didn't want me around, I expose evil. There was no escape from dad's manhandling. Dad thought mom was screwing men.

I know she tried because I took notes from mom to men, but no one sane could have blamed her. Dad was a Pentecost Oneness evangelist preacher, a volunteer fireman and medic working three days on and three days off. Dad also maintained the Dependable Fire Extinguisher and Equipment Company. Us kids worked with dad on his business and construction. He was a false prophet preacher Charlatan and hated me, but I adored him.

I'm marked a preacher's daughter forever. I anticipated bad circumstances so I fled into the mountains with nature's peace with the exception of uproarious creatures. I was learning to write with a stick in the dirt so I can write about what men on both sides of our families were doing to my sisters and me. I can't talk about a lot of what went on, but if it happened to me or I saw it with my eyes I can and will.

Everyone had large families and women of all ages were pregnant at the same time. Mom, aunts and grandma were having home births in different rooms. Normal was eleven to eighteen. Relatives were blood kinfolk inbreeding inside family. Grandma and grandpa were first cousins. Family originated in the mountains, but in dad's youth he was known in Winchester, Kentucky as a homeless alcoholic drug addict.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463982389

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Russian Watch

Chapter 7: Kicking Rocks

I lived on the streets off and on while staying with MiMi. I paid the deposit on a nice house in Pine Hills/Crime Hills. I'm helping her move she's a hoarder with heavy items, huge plants and hundreds of cats. I paid for the move and moved her belongings with a wagon and Ole' Blue. I painted the house and pressure washed it, cleaned up the yard and house. I was paying for cat and dog food, litter, buying the majority of weed, and repairing everything.

She yells at Ashley and I from 5 A.M. into the night bossing and bullying us. She hits Ashley and terrorizes us. She's using me, my money, Ole' Blue, and my back for every errand they needed. I paid $100.00 on a vet bill for one of her cats. I left her in the middle of moving. She told everyone I was living off her. I was freezing in Ole' Blue for two weeks during record cold temperatures crying constantly. A lot of people who have done me dirty including Loosenut came by.

It's X-Mas and in a couple weeks I'll be fifty five. I've not eaten in a long time. MiMi is a Soma head with drugstore in her closet and stole my Seroquel, I can't overdose. I'm listening to Soggy Bottom boys with one drop cord in my dilapidated trailer I paid for with my last check. I'm drinking cold coffee and eating cold pork-n-beans, but I'm good. Ma Barker, a pistol packing gray headed woman across the street gave me a couch to sleep on. I had pizza with her and her family. They're believers and pray.

The owner wanted MiMi out so bad he gave her three thousand for her condemned trailer. MiMi stole my belonging and glasses I'm almost blind, but I have Shirley, the leather, Tommy's knuckle and belt, and Ole' Blue. I'm carrying water to flush my toilet and no electric. I've been helping the owner haul trees and wood to people with fireplaces and giving them rides. I'm climbing through broken windows to get in the key don't work.

I asked nine officers in Bithlo and nine in Pine Hill to arrest me to get this to go through the system I need a court date. They all refused for such an old charge. I saved half a can of beans for my Christmas dinner. The neighbor shut my heat off he said; Buy your own electric. I didn't hook it up, neighbors did. New Year's Eve, my b-day insurance and tag is due, we have to make sure the government keeps up with us. I went with MiMi back to the house I paid for.

I cleaned the back room where cats poop all over the doors, window seals, walls, and floors. They're slobs to clean after. I come out to clean their nastiness, carry heavy stuff, maintain the house, and do their laundry. This was the only way I could get my belongings back she stole, but it's not happening their in a public storage. I've checked into MiMi's army academy. She used to be a sergeant. So! I sleep on a cold tile floor. The rest of the house is theirs.

The refrigerator is crammed with their old food, no room for mine though I bought theirs. I'm scared to eat I'm leery they'll bitch. MiMi was driving Ole' Blue with a trailer load of her junk going down the highway. A box lid flew off so she was backing up. I said; Holy poo let me do this you can't back up with a trailer attached. BOOM! She wrecked Ole' Blue. It's entire back bumper and rear driver's