No Remorse

By Thomas Trighton

Elaine's mother was forced to give her up at a young age to a foster home. Elaine is a disturbed little girl. She has no memory of her mother or the love that could have changed her. What happens to us when we never get that nurturing love from our maternal leader? Do we ever get our grounding in this world? Is insanity the definition of no example? This book is an excursion into the deep depths of a woman with scorn unleashed without rules to govern her! I believe even the most gifted opponent is incapable of defending against instinct of action. Blaine is such a man. He is very skilled in this world related to business and revenge. Incidental targets are slaughtered along the journey. Lessons are learned in the end, teaching us that playing with fire can not only burn us, but destroy us utterly. Welcome to the world of No Remorse

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 13, 2006
• ISBN: 9781465324870

Thomas Trighton

I was born in southern Florida. I enjoyed growing up in the warm sunshine state with all it had to offer. I was one of three sons. My mother and father encouraged my creativeness at all turns. Art, drawing and writing were all passions of mine growing up. Creating a world with characters and every detail being solely of my making, was always my favorite. Later I moved with my family to rural Maryland. I currently reside in rural Maryland today and I am married with three children. I still find writing to be a passion today. I feel writing is a sculpture of words. A finished work is something we can exhibit for others to explore.

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Prologue

This book was written for the sheer purpose of simulating an imagination roller coaster ride. This book is pure fiction and in no way is based on anyone living or dead. The characters were created for the means of rapid plot development. The plot is intended to be a fast track with long dips and short pauses.

Purposely I desired to create something to leave you little chance to catch your breath.

So sit back and put aside the sufficient amount of time to ride, or I mean read this book. I hope and wish you enjoy it, as much as I did creating it. I included romance, passion, action and shocking moments, to create many jaw drops along the way. Turn the pages and enjoy the experience!

Chapter One

EVIL SPROUTS

Elaine was a little girl with pain running deep inside her. She was too young to remember her mother, or what she looked like when she was forced to turn Elaine over to the foster home. What does that do to someone? Does one ever get their bearings after an experience such as this? She was always overlooked. Here she was fourteen and still at the home in southern Georgia! She was petite, but had hidden fire in her personality waiting to be unleashed.

She had no idea what lay ahead in her life.

Elaine’s perspective

Elaine was pushing Julie Ann on the swing in the public park just behind the school. She looked off into the distance as Julie Ann swung high.

The ground was rushing by fast as the clouds came into view and then quickly a rush back to the ground. You always have to go so damn high girl! I exclaimed. I watched her go almost horizontal as she swung to the top. I think she liked the rush. I saw Lucy coming out of the corner of my eye, and I hated this girl! We were all here at a foster home it seemed like forever. This place was a holding pen for the unwanted in life. Lucy was hopelessly optimistic. She had fire engine red hair, even her eye brows were bright red! Hello Elaine Lucy greeted us with a big smile. I looked at her without reply.

I just looked forward and pushed Julie Ann harder. I just love the rush Elaine don’t’ stop! Julie Ann said, and chuckled. I have a couple coming today every one. Lucy explained. Julie Ann hopped off when the swing came down and I did not catch the swing. I had nothing to do to ignore Lucy now. Julie Ann was very athletic in build and skill. She was blonde, tall and lanky. She walked over to Lucy and gave her a hug.

Many of a moment like this came and went. Only the girls that were bubbly and positive would be booked for prospective parent meetings. I gave up about a year ago. I was on my second interview. A woman looked at me carefully after a long interview, saying to her husband, as if I were an exhibit, There is something just not quite right about her dear. I lost that something inside that day that makes you forget the day before and start over. Just then Lucy and Julie Ann started to twirl hand in hand. As they swung I noticed their heads were getting close to the swing. I looked at the way Lucy was leaning, her head back all the way while swinging. Julie Ann was holding her head up.

I counted the seconds as Lucy came into the line of the swing again. I swung the swing slightly closer judging the angle. It whizzed by quicker now. The swing went back swiftly and then back up again. Just then the swing struck Lucy square in the head! The corner of the wood instantly broke the skin on her temple, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She fell lifelessly to the ground. Blood poured out of her like oil from an engine! The difference being that blood could not be poured back in. I stood there watching her on the ground as the swing dangled and turned losing momentum from impact. It was like it was a slow motion replay of a movie. I did not hear any sound. How awful please go get help! Julie Ann broke the moment with her plea. I’ll be back I replied. I ran up to the back of the school. I felt not a single twinge of a conscience. I felt no guilt. I was hypnotized by the event itself. After that incident I was moved to a wayward school for girls. I had my run-ins from time to time.

The home for wayward girls was in lower Georgia, residing in the county of Camden. The home was everything you read about in psycho novels. I felt like my toughness was challenged daily. The whole experience was unnerving. I always seemed to be picked for the teams in sports with all the bullies. One such event comes to mind. It was a Saturday one chilly fall morning. We were dividing up the equipment. I picked up the best condition catcher. The big girls just pushed and shoved me aside. One girl, her name was Bertram, was in an unusually bad mood today. I did not know if she hated life because she was born with very little estrogen, or if she was more boy than girl. Either way this game of field hockey would be one to remember!

The wrestling match never ceased in her mind. She pushed me down next to the barrel. Bitch that will teach you to walk in front of me she exclaimed with angry eyes! The hatred welled up inside me. I felt my pulse in my head and my grip on my stick was firm. We took our positions on the field. I was always the goalie. This way they could bull doze me over and no one would call foul.

I was the goalie again today. Bertram came in for the score barreling down the field, unassisted as always. I held my stick straight, bracing the back with my left hand. It looked like a javelin. I did not care if she scored today! The bitch was getting hurt today. She approached and I felt her steed on the ground. Fear tapped me on the shoulder, but I pushed it down. She went for the score expecting to plow me over. She slipped just before swinging to score, her head falling down. I hocked loads on the front spot and emptied my water bottle, all in front of my goal. Just then I switched my stick from net to point and she struck it directly in the neck. We collapsed on impact, the stick plunged into her neck and the net side stopped bluntly against the ground. I flew into the back of the goal head first. She toppled over the stick and rolled to the ground with a large thud. She must have been two hundred pounds if she was an ounce! She was on the ground, not yelling but jerking in convulsions. Her eyes were wide. She was still jerking when the coach came over to tend to her. She also had the wind knocked out of her. She pulled through. Lucky She Beast! I thought then and now.

Finally I escaped a year later and moved in with another girl. I landed a job. I moved here and there and ended up in southern Florida.