Russian Watch...Corrosive Full Circle Chapter 8

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: 9780463904510

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 8: Corrosive Full Circle

I left to go see Micky and Raelyn and Bertha Butt wants to kill herself because I'm not taking care of her, her family, her house, her houses, and her shop. I painted inside and outside of twenty houses now she wants her huge house done inside and out. I pressure washed her roof which is huge and dangerous. I built a small roof on one of her houses. I bleached five rooms four times for the mold, repaired and built ceilings, floors and walls, did five clean-outs, painted kilz, and painting.

I'm almost dead leave me alone women. She hates Micky, Micky hates her and I hate them both. Micky don't want to lose the free money and Bertha Butt don't want to lose the rent money and free work. I went to visit Micky and gave her $500.00, an ounce of weed and hundreds of new baby outfits up to toddler age. Bertha Butt won't miss a few baby clothes. I consider it partial pay for five years of working 24/7.

False prophet preacher, Patty is her babysitter and when I visit I rarely get to hold or look at Raelyn. They make me spend everything before I'm of no use. Before I take my last breath I'll hand my story on a disk to a stranger. Heaven forbid anyone find out the truth about themselves! I gave away everything so I can run away and hide from Bertha Butt and Micky. I paid for a dilapidated condemned trailer on it's last legs for them to live in. Micky drives Gabby's truck with a blown head.

She works a few nights a week at a local Kangaroo. I gave her a $1,000.00 to fix their truck. We put in an application at buy here pay here lots. I know where this is going lo and behold my credit score is so low I can't co-sign. I wanted her to see what she's done to my credit. Jesse James is supposedly Raelyn's dad. Patty and Donna are her mommies, Raelyn's grandmother, babysitters, and family. I have no place in her life. She won't give up Patty and their crack head family so there can't be trust.

I'm investing in love that isn't there. I hate false prophets, Patty and Micky hates female Hitlers, Bertha Butt. My pain is beyond what I can handle yet Bertha Butt never lets up. She lies to rich people telling them proceeds go to her half way house to help aides victims, transient, and recent jail releases called the Hope House. I live and work in these houses it's bullpoo. Her house, garage and three rooms where I stay are loaded. She takes what she wants from the shop's pillage.

She's a major greedy hoarder on an expensive level. I said; I go above and beyond for you. If I break my back on these appliances I want a billfold for Micky. I moved two washers, cleaned the storage, office, shop, garage, and filled the truck with equipment and unloaded it at the house I'm in. She shows me an ugly cheap billfolds she wasn't taking herself. Micky has duct tape around hers, that's sad. I've busted ass for over five years for her. Forgive me Lord for I have sinned again.

I beat her back to her house by two minutes, but that was all I needed to grab the billfold I wanted. Micky loves the one I picked it's worth over $300.00 and it's French leather. That damn bitch should let me have a cup of coffee in the mornings. I put together a huge Easter basket with $500.00 in one of the eggs. There's no room in Micky's life for me. I'm living in Ole' Blue for awhile to get away from Bertha Butt.

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