Invisible Spirits

By Marcellis Coppertoni

The book "Invisible Spirits" written by Marcellis Coppertoni is about the travel of life up and down and for you to see that no matter how rough life gets, if you keep your faith, you will find your way through. Pain started for me early in life and followed me wherever I went, but with the help of God and my guardian angel, I came through it all with a smile and stronger than before. The best way to describe the book is it will take you on a wild roller coaster ride that you cant see the end. Don't be afraid; I promise you wont get hurt. The thing I hope you get is to be yourself, stand strong, never lose your faith, and for heavens sake, hold on. Enjoy and learn and I will see you at the end for the next ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503593060

Marcellis Coppertoni

Life has always been a challenge for me, and I never really fit in with any type of crowd of people both as a child or an adult. I starved my whole life to gain approval from all the family and with anyone that I came in contact with through my journey of life. Even though I look rough and able to handle myself in any situation, I really am just a wuss ’cause I let people dominate me. I try to make whoever I am with happy and proud to have me with them. I starve to be smarter and try to keep up with the changes in life, but the older I get, the more confused I get. I feel I have learned a lot, and I am honored to be able to tell stories that people don't believe and still see me, but I only tell the stories to try and gain approval in the crowd. I am very restless and get bored easily. It doesn't take much for me to fall into depression mode, and just as fast as I go into it I will have or do something and then I am back out of it and on top of the world again.

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Copyright © 2015 by Marcellis Coppertoni.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5035-9307-7

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Introduction

This story is dedicated to my sisters and brothers and other family members that I love. I hope that it will perhaps, in a small way, give them the answers to questions they may have about this person but for some reason were either afraid or didn’t know how to ask. Most of the facts in this story are based on true memories that I had in my life, shocking as it may be. However, I did change the names, including mine to protect them from what ever might become of this story. I do want each person to know that I did not do this to harm anyone, but to work on issues that I had and wanted to sort within my own mind,. May you enjoy the roller coaster ride and I will meet you at the end.

I would also want to give my sisters a special thanks for all of their help, support, and skills during this process. They were a great strength to me, and I would like them to know that I love them very much for that. Thank you having faith in me and giving me the strength to finish this. May you find your spirits and let them guide you to great success in your life.

Now settle in and let’s get started on this ride. Hope you will enjoy and learn from each chapter.

Sincerely:

Marcellis Coppertoni

CHAPTER ONE

As far back as I can remember life was always a struggle for me. I always felt that I was pretty smart, but was never taught or had the chance to learn how to fulfill my dreams of what I could be. I was also considered a daddy’s girl with long blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart into saying to me, no matter what I did, that is alright sweetie.

I was about four years old when I was being babysat by the neighbor because my dad was at work (he was a truck driver) and my mom had gone somewhere. I don’t know where, but she was all dressed up and pretty. Dad drove a big truck all over the country and sometimes when we were good he would bring us home presents or sometimes even take us with him. Oh, I am sorry, back to the facts. Mom was gone and Dad was at work, like I said, and we were left with a teenage girl. We all hollered we wanted something to eat. She put some water on the stove and then came out to stop us from fighting and WHAM; the house caught fire. We all got real quiet and she ran back inside the building to try and get my little sister. She got the one out and got my sister out of the crib and came out and then after looking around, saw that one of my sisters had run back in the fire. She laid the baby on the ground and ran toward the fire, but it was too hot. My eyes were as big as my face and I held my lips real tight as I stood there and watched my baby sister burn in that fire that day. It seemed like a long time before the firemen got to the house, but by then the house was just a pile of ashes. She kept hollering something to the one fireman, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying through her tears.

That day was the beginning of my horror. I lost my toys, clothes, bed, and my sister. That thought made me sad, and in my eyes it was my fault. If I had not been fighting with my brothers and sisters, the fire wouldn’t of have happened. This was the only emotion and thought that I can remember I had at that time. I do remember that it was a long time before I got in a fight with anyone over anything.

My mom came back and I was standing in the yard and I grabbed her leg to cry out, Where is my sister, Mommy? Mommy, where do I go to the potty and sleep? Mommy where is sissy and the potty and bed, Mommy?

It was like she couldn’t hear me no matter how hard I pulled on her leg and hollered, so I finally quit and just stood in the middle of the yard and cried quiet so as to not bother anyone.

Mommy and some neighbors picked up what they could save and loaded us all up in the car and carried us to Grandma’s house. She had a big house and she was a real nice lady. As we got there she dried our tears, made us some supper, and gave us some blankets so we could wrap up on the floor next to the fire and stay warm. As I lay there with a full belly and really trying to go to sleep like she said, I could hear Grandma and Mom in the other room and Grandma hollering real loud. She sounded real mad as I lay there quiet as a mouse so as to make her any madder.

Dad got home the next day and without a word to anyone of us kids all the grown ups got all dressed up and left us with the neighbor lady, but not the same one as before and went out the door and down the driveway without a word to us. They were gone for about three hours and then, just as quiet as they left, they all returned, but this time there were a lot more grown ups. I just couldn’t understand what was going on. Grandma and Mom went to the kitchen and put a lot of food on the dining table. People ate and drank, but I thought it was strange that they had a party and no one was smiling and every now and then I would see someone shed a tear when my sister’s name came up in the conversation. No one bothered to explain to me what was going on and why and I didn’t ask.

After living with Grandma for about two weeks, one day Mom came in and packed up all of our toys and clothes and blankets. She carried all of us to a new home in the city where she had furniture and beds and everything already there. When I asked her if we were going to go and pick up baby sissy she just shoved me away and told me to go play and mind my own business. We were there for a few days and mom left us with a neighbor again and when she came back she had lots of groceries and clothes and even some toys for us, but she never did bring sissy home. After serveral attempts to ask and get hit or shoved away I just quit asking.

By this time in my life I was old enough to start school, but it was made easy for me ’cause Dad was home and he was the one that got me dressed, put my hair in pigtails and put ribbons in them. He gave me a hug and said, That is my pretty Jeanie. Now you are ready for the world.

He took me by the hand and helped me in the front seat of the car. Off to school we went. I was scared of this new thing happening to me, but with Daddy there it didn’t feel so scary to me. When we arrived at the school he took me in and knelt down next to me and promised me that he would be home when I got back there. I looked at him and said in fear, How am I going to get home? You’re coming after me, aren’t you, Daddy?

No baby. You will come home on the bus. It is sort of like Daddy’s big truck, but with lots of seats. It will be okay.

But Daddy they’ve never been to our house and they don’t know where I live!

Now, Dad had all the answers, and he smiled and said, I gave them directions and it will be fine. Just trust me. Now sweetie, I got to go, but I will see you when you get home.

With that he was gone and I was left to go to this place called school. I wasn’t scared ’cause if my dad said he would be there, then he would be. He had never lied to me, so with that in mind off to class I went. In spite of my fears, school was fun. We had milk and cookies. We played games with lots of other kids my age. This made me happy, and I was sad when the day ended. The teacher led us to the bus and I went and sat in a seat near the driver. It wasn’t long until we were going and each time he stopped some kids got off, but he hadn’t made it to my house and I was begining to wonder. I didn’t want to bother him so I just sat there in my seat and looked out the window in silence. In spite of all my fears he did know where I lived, and when he pulled up in front of the house and opened the door, he turned to me and said, This is where you get off, cutie.

I jumped out of the seat and ran to the house. Just as Dad had promised, he was there sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of that smelly stuff that made Mom mean and Dad even nicer then he was already. He saw me come through the door and he hollered in his whispered voice, How did the first day of school go for you, sweetie?

Fine Daddy. We had milk and cookies and played games and it was fun.

Mom came in the room and said, That is nice. Go to your room and change your clothes and go play and leave us alone.

I just looked at her, and without another word I did as she said. As I was leaving I heard her say to Dad, You spoil them brats and you can stay home and take care of them.

I never did hear Dad say anything back, but mom would say a lot of things and he wouldn’t answer. I think he was scared of her just like the rest of us were.

Life was pretty much the same day in and day out till I was about eight years old. I was getting pretty big and pretty big for my pants too. I had gotten used to Mom hollering all the time and Dad leaving for work after only one day of being home. I think he did that so he wouldn’t have to put up with Mom. I know that every time he was home they would get dressed up and then go out and come home fighting and the next day he would be off to work again. I also knew and got used to the fact that about every four months we would move from one home to another without any explanation as to why. Each time we moved I would lose a sister or brother, it seemed to me. One time there would be five or six of us and then without a word there would be two or three of us and we’d never know where they were or if they were coming back. I (we) also knew better then to ask any questions. The bigger I got the harder mom would hit, and the more often she would hit too. Every time I got brave enough to ask about my sisters and brothers she would say, You worry about your own stuff and don’t worry about what we are doing.

It wasn’t till years later that I found out where my sisters and brothers were going, but that is later in the story.

I remeber this one day Dad came home and Mom had not made it back yet from wherever she went. He came through the door and asked us where she was. We weren’t sure what to say, so we just looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. He walked around the house and then grabbed the keys and out of the door he went, in the car and gone. We knew when our bedtime was and it was just like they were there and we took our baths and off to bed we went. As I lay there, I heard them come in. I knew they were fighting by the way the door slammed shut. I covered my head with the covers to try and muffle them out, but I jumped when I heard a noise I hadn’t heard before. I heard a big slap, then I heard mom crying out between the yelling. This scared me enough that I crawled out my bedroom window and started walking down the street, not sure where to go. As I was walking around a policeman saw me and stopped, walked up to me and asked, What is your name? What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where do you live?

I knew that I was suppose to answer the policman, so I took a deep breath and said, My name is Jeanie. I live back there, but Mom and Dad are fighting real bad and I got scared and left. I don’t have to go back there, do I? Please don’t make me go back there.

He looked at me and smiled and said, No you don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to. He took me by my hand, put me in his car and took me to this huge building where there were lots of policemen walking around. We went to this room and he gave me a soda and told me he would be right back as he walked out of the room.

It wasn’t long till this lady came in and sat down next to me. She introduced herself and asked me some questions, too many to remember. When I got done talking to her she took me and we left the building, got in her car and away we went to who knows where. After riding in her car for about 30 minutes we came to this house and we got out. As we entered the house I noticed there were some other girls there just about my age so I didn’t feel so scared. She showed me to a room and gave me some pajamas and then left me alone with these strange girls. I knew it was time to go to bed so I crawled in this bed against the wall and as I laid there it didn’t take me long to fall asleep. When I woke up it was morning and the other girls were staring at me. I jumped to my feet.

They laughed and said, I remember those days. It will be okay, come on and get dressed, it is almost breakfast time.

Where am I at?

Oh, you don’t know?

Know what?

You are in a home for the neglected kids and your parents are probably in jail by now. That is what they do here and then you find a new house and family and you go on with your life.

All I did was run away ’cause they were fighting and hitting each other.

Yep, that is all it takes. With that we went into the kitchen and had breakfast.

I stayed there for about five days when the lady came in and told me that I would not be going to school today ’cause we had to go to court and talk to the judge. I got dressed and then I asked, Does this mean my mom and dad are done fighting and I can go home now?

She gave me a big hug and said in a a soft voice, That is up to the judge, so we will see. The way she said it, I was sure that everything would be alright and we climbed into the car and off to the court house we went.

CHAPTER TWO

Once in the court house she bent down to me and said, You need to tell the judge everything and the truth.

I will, was my reply.

When they called me