Please Daddy Don't

By Ashley King

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781469120423

Ashley King

Ashley King is a passionate Illustrator who hand draws, paints, creates, doodles, scribbles and loves coffee and cake. He graduated from Coventry University with a 1st Class Honours Degree in Illustration and Animation, and is represented by Plum Pudding Illustration Agency. His first illustrated children's book Erica's Elephant, Sylvia Bishop, published by Scholastic in 2016 with rave reviews, and his second book for young readers The Bookshop Girl, published in April 2017. He is also working on several other projects including working with Kaye Umansky on her new spell binding series Witch for a Week, publishing in October 2017 with Simon & Schuster.

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Please Daddy Don’t

Ashley King

Copyright © 2011 by Ashley King.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4568-6312-8

ISBN      Ebook         978-1-4691-2042-3

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Dedication

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Introduction:

Chapter One/The Beginning

Chapter Two/Bad Times

Chapter Three/Good Times

Chapter Four/Evil Road

Chapter Five/Please Daddy Don’t

Chapter Six/Family Problems

Chapter Seven/Abandoned

Chapter Eight/All Alone

Chapter Nine/Escaping

Chapter Ten/Turkey Creek Road

Chapter Eleven/Reunited

Chapter Twelve/Getting Married

Chapter Thirteen/Marriage Trouble

Chapter Fourteen/A Big Mistake

Chapter Fifteen/Jackson, Ohio

Chapter Sixteen/Miami Florida

Chapter Seventeen/Living With Jason

Chapter Eighteen/Mixed Emotions

Chapter Ninteen/Bear Run Road

Chapter Twenty/Happily Ever After

Dedication

To the four people-my husband, daughter, Vicki Williams and Donna Watson my counselors who’s been by my side in support an love throughout my healing process.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Though writing this book was a time consuming process, it was also very rewarding.

I am grateful to many people who have made it possible and I would like to give special recognition to them :

-My husband Roger, for always having patience with me whenever things got tough.

-My daughter Megan, for always having faith in me whenever I had doubts.

-Vicki Williams Tri-County Mental Health Counselor who encouraged me to write my story and Donna Watson, MA Woodland Center Counselor, who I’ve read some of my manuscript to an has commented me on doing such a great job.

Introduction:

This is a story about my life growing-up from a child to an adult. Its’ about me being mistreated badly, raped, and surviving cervical an breast cancer. But most important its’ about me being molested by someone who I trusted, lived with, respected, and loved my own father. In 1979 I was twelve years old when my nightmare began I was almost sixteen when it ended. Most abused children usually keep silent of who their prepetrators are but I didn’t. I told the most important person in my life my mother. Instead of protecting me like a mother is suppose to she’d pull out my hair, call me horrible names, tried to kill me not once but twice, and she abandon me. Since then in April of 2008 my mother passed away about two weeks before her death she asked me for forgiveness of all the hell that she put me through of course I forgave her but I can’t forget. As for my father forgiveness from me will never come.

Chapter One/The Beginning

{FROM CHILDHOOD TO THE AGE OF FIVE}

It was on July 17th, 1967 the day that I was born. My name Ashley Kay Hill. Thomas James Hill an Barbara Kay Hill were my parents. On the day that I was born I had an older sibling a brother named Tommy age two. A few years have gone by now its’ 1972 I’m five an Tommy’s seven we’ve got alittle sister now her name is Julie she’s one. Tommy an Julie call me Sissy. Both of our parents work very hard. Our father works for a company called Peterson’s Construction. Dad’s boss is Floyd Peterson. Floyd Peterson as I recall wasn’t that bad of a man he wore a frown on his face just about all the time but, other than that he was a pretty nice guy. I remember one time dad wasn’t able to get us much for Christmas one year an Floyd found out an bought all of us some gifts but, Dad wouldn’t let us except them he had to much pride. As for Mom she stayed home to cook, clean, do laundry, and take care of us. Dad always has said that the woman’s place is at home while the man goes out an provides for his family. Dad had alot of sayings like, If you cry I’ll give you something to cry for. or Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. and Obey your elders. We lived out in the country a placed called Chillicothe, Ohio in a house that Dad rented for us to live in from month to month our landlords were two brothers known as The Bakerboys. The house was all white on the outside with lots of windows, two doors, and a porch on the backside of the house. The inside consisted of a downstairs and an upstairs. The downstairs had a kitchen, living room, bedroom, no bathroom, basement, and one large closet underneth the staircase which Dad stored wood in at wintertime. Upstairs had only three bedrooms, one small closet, and one very large walk-in closet. Outside on the property there’s a small creek, the woods, Pepper Creek, a pig pen, chicken coop, and a outhouse that Dad had built on the property while we lived there. Pepper Creek was a place that Tommy an I hunged out at during hot Summer days. Tommy an I always had fun times together whether it was Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter. My brother an I weren’t just siblings we were best friends too. In the Spring we enjoyed picking flowers for Mom, finding bird’s nest with baby bird’s in them, and catching all sorts of creepy crawlies. Summer we went swimming, fishing, root digging, camping, hide and seek, picking raspberries, catching crawdads, bullfrogs, and killing snakes. Fall we raked leaves an jumped in them, carved pumpkins, and we went trick or treating. Winter we enjoyed throwing snowballs, sliegh riding, building Igloos’, and making snowmen. There were alot of other things that we enjoyed doing as well like playing with the neighbors kids, our cousins, and Uncle Kent which so happened to be only six months older than me. Kent was also Mom’s youngest sibling out of eleven. Mom’s other sibling’s were Howard, Dallas, Trent, Ronald, Donald, Debbie,Rose, Carolyn, and Susan. Dad had only four sibling’s that I knew of Uncle Roy, Luke which so happened to be Dad’s twin, an Aunt Lucy, and Wanda. Mom’s parents names were Willard and Helen Little. Dad’s parents were Richard and Lilly Hill. Both of my Grandmothers are deceased. Helen died from kidney failure when I was only six months old and Lilly died from natural causes before I was ever born as for my Grandfathers Willard died in 1977 from natural causes and Richard was brutally murdered in 1987 in his own home by family members all for some old coins an guns. Still to this very day his case has never been solved due to people who know what really happened won’t speak up an tell the truth because they aren’t only afraid of their lives ending but, also afraid of their family’s lives as well. Grandpa Hill will never rest in peace his case will always remain cold and unsolved. Mom’s siblings always visited her except for Dallas, and Susan. Dallas was Mom’s half brother who was treated more like an outcast than a brother. Aunt Susan never came around because she had money an was to good too be seen around poor people. Kent, Trent, Debbie, Rose, and Carolyn came by an visited all the time. Donald an his wife Joyce eventually became our next door neighbors. As for Ronald him an Grandpa Little moved in with us and then when Grandpa died Ronald moved out but he still came by to visit from time to time. Like I said we didn’t have much money but Dad always made sure that we had food on the table, clothes on our backs, shoes on our feet, and a roof above our heads. Dad has always said, As long as we have all these things were doing just fine. I remember Uncle Howard had came by one day for a visit an he was outside working on a lawn mower he called for me to come over too help he wanted me to hold the spark plug while he gave it a crank to see if it would start I didn’t know no better at the time but I learnt really fast not to hold a spark plug again. As for Dad’s siblings coming down for visits it was usually Uncle Luke Dad’s twin the others came down but not so often as Luke did. I don’t recall much of my childhood growing-up except for the bad times an some good times. One of the bad times that I recall involved Dad, Tommy, Myself and a mouse.

Chapter Two/Bad Times

{GETTING WHIPPINGS, ANIMALS DYING, AND BEING FONDLED}

Growing up from the age of five to ten I recall alot of bad times espeically getting whippens just about everyday from Dad. Let me start by telling the one story that involved Dad, Tommy, Myself, and a Mouse. One night while we were all watching television a mouse decided to come out an join us. I wasn’t the only one who noticed that there was a mouse in the house. Dad had seen the mouse as well. Upon seeing the mouse Dad had gotten up from the couch an returned back to the living room carrying a BB-Gun. As we all started watching the television out came the mouse again. Both Dad an Tommy took turns trying to shoot it but, I wouldn’t let them. Instead I kept scaring the mouse away. Finally Dad had enough of me scaring the mouse an said, Sissy the next time you scare that mouse away I’m gonna shoot you instead. An he did. Needless to say Dad finally killed the mouse as for me I never scared another mouse again. After the mouse inicident there were a few more bad times that I recall like running from Dad, a clark candybar, beatings, hide and seek, and animals always dying. Running from Dad was a really bad mistake because he’d always say, Just remember you’ve got to come back inside sooner or later to go too bed. One day I had done something that pissed him off I don’t recall what I had done but I sure do recall the beating that I had gotten. I remember getting up enough courage to go back inside the house as, I did I went straight upstairs to my room an fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was getting a beating by Dad with a belt after he’d finally finished beating me he said, Maybe the next time you’ll think twice before you ever run from me again. That was the first time I’d ever ran from Dad an my last time too. Tommy an I had a favotite store that we went to all the time when we were in town with Dad an Mom the store was called Mullins. Its’ location was Londonderry, Ohio. Mullins store had alot of mine an Tommy’s favorite things like watermelon stick gum, candy that popped in your mouth, suckers, chips, penny candy, bullseyes, and candybars. My favorite candybar was a Clark. I remember going to Mullins one day everyone had gotten out as we were inside of the store I recall that I had only gotten a clark candybar. Dad paid for all the items that we had gotten an we all headed back outside to the vehicle. As we got in I noticed that Tommy’s eyes were almost completely swollen shut. I hollered for Dad there’s something wrong with Tommy as Dad turned around in his seat he said, Your brother has a bad case of the hives an he’ll be just fine as soon as we get him to the hospital. As we headed for the hospital Dad handed me a little brown paper baggie which had my clarkbar inside I took it out from the bag an started eating it when I noticed after about two bites that the clarkbar was fully loaded with maggots. Still to this day if I even see maggots or a clarkbar I get sick. Afterwards we finally arrived at the hospital where Tommy recieved a shot for his hives an then we headed back home. Then there were the beatings an whippens that I recieved just about everyday for stupid reasons like playing football or baseball with boys, tag, talking to boys, and yes even looking at boys. If we had company that had stopped by for a visit an thet had kids espeically boys I wasn’t allowed playing with them unless it was approved by Dad. I didn’t care if he approved it or not I would sneak behind his