Two Lives

By Phyllis Kirkland

Have you dreamed or been some where you know in your mind you have been before but you haven’t.

Do you believe in reincarnation? Wait to decide, you may change your mind. What if you lived before? What if you are living the other life in the present?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781665507424

Phyllis Kirkland

Phyllis Kirkland is a retired Funeral director of 26 years; a retired Emergency medical technician of 23 years; a retired insurance agent; and a Licensed pesticide tech, OSHA training. While sitting back in her retirement she asked herself, ‘Is this the end of your life?’ Phyllis conquered her goals in life except one, to be a writer. So one day she decided to start writing. The day she started writing is the day when she discovered that she has this broad imagination. Join her as she launches her first book, Two lives.

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/19/2020

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0741-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0742-4 (e)

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Dedication

To: Diane Niehaus, your support was what kept me going

To: Donna Tucker, you blessed me all the way

And for encouragement of many others

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 1

I woke up on Saturday morning still ticked off from last night, Blaine my boyfriend seems to be arguing more and more, and having a lot of disagreements. I do not understand why he feels his opinions count and mind do not. I was raised in and orphanage and took orders for my first 18 years. I am now grown with a mind of my own, thoughts of my own and opinions. I will not let last nights disagreements mess up my Saturday morning.

It started out as a beautiful fall day for me, Valorie Soule. The leaves were turning all colors. A beautiful time of year. The leaves with colors of reds and oranges, yellows, and lots of browns, was gorgeous for this time of year. I was mad at my boyfriend and decided to take a walk on the nearby bike trail, through the woods, sometime listening to my radio, other times just listening to the sounds of nature. As the saying goes, I was strictly in my own world. Paying attention to nothing but hearing and seeing all. Although a beautiful day, there was not a soul on the trail. I felt this was strange an at first being this was a Saturday morning and usually everyone was out, it felt a little eerie. I started to return to my car, but for some reason, I decided to continue even though I would be entering a more dense, wooded part of the trail.

As I got deeper into the woods, I finally saw a bicyclist and with a sigh of relief, I thought how foolish I had been. As I went further up the trail, I felt funny, not sick, or nauseous, but like I was being watched, or the feeling something just was not right. I told myself I had watched too many horror movies and kept going. I told myself I should turn around but the feeling of being foolish and paranoid kept me going.

But the feeling was still there.

I looked at my watch and the mile markers and saw I had walked five miles, I decided to turn around and start walking back.

My first thought was I usually walk the whole 10 miles and then back, but I felt uneasy, like something was not right like I was being watched. I felt nervous, unsure, and I had the urge to run. I kept telling myself how foolish I was, but it did no good. Someone is watching, I feel the hairs on my neck stand up. I feel the urge to look around, but fear was over taking me. I kept feeling the need to run but my legs were stuck. What is wrong with me I kept asking myself. Why do I feel this way, never felt like this before and I have walked this trail many times?

As I am looking around, I speed up my walk, I see no one, I vow in my mind, if I ever get to my car, I will never watch another horror movie, my mind is playing tricks on me.

I try to think about all the beautiful colors I see, the animals and listen to the bird noises, the smell of fresh air, no traffic, no exhaust fumes, people, horns blaring. But unrest is still with me. Gosh! I think I never felt 5 miles took this long before, how much further till I get to my car and feel peace again?

The sky starts to get dark, not with night it is only 3 pm, a storm is coming up. Still in the deep part of the trail, surrounded by trees, the eerie feeling really hits me now. I start praying that the storm will hold off until I get to my car safely, but Mother Nature has more idea’s. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning, then the roar of thunder makes me shake in my shoes.

I start to run, then something grabbed me, I screamed, and a hand flew across my mouth. I thought Oh Dear God something bad is about to happen, I tried to pull away, but someone has a tight hold on, me. I try to bite the hand over my mouth and then I felt pain. Everything goes black, I passed out!

Chapter 2

N ot regaining consciousness, my mind has gone back in time

Somehow, I am dreaming but living at the same time, I am a young child growing up in England. I am a happy child. I basically am being raised by a nannie as my parents are gone all the time, on business ventures, partying with the socialites. Me just wanting to go fishing and be a tom boy. No girl ways for me. My nannie is always fussing that I should be a boy, as I hated dresses, I wanted to climb trees, fall down hills and roll around in the dirt.

My parents were considered well to do, as a child I did not know what that meant. I only knew I did not see them much and my nannie took care of me.

I remember going to church on Sunday mornings, dressed in my finest. I would get so mad at people patting me on the head and saying isn’t she lovely. Ugh! I am temperamental and I do not want all this fuss. I want to go home and meet Bobby and we go to the pond together. Sunday should be good for fishing, what else does the fish have to do. I laughed. Bobby is a friend I met one day as I am out playing.

I went home from church with nannie for lunch as my parents had other friends to meet. I had lunch changed clothes and headed to the pond. Nanny was hollering to be careful. I ran as fast and I could with my cane pole and worms, hoping Bobby would be there.

Bobby is my best friend; he knows all my secrets and I know his. We like to fish and talk. He does not know his parents: he lives in the orphanage. I did not care about that; I like Bobby and he likes me. Nannie fusses and says he is bad. I do not believe her; he is my friend.

I wake up back in the present from whatever dream that was, as I start to moan and fidget. I hear voices, male voices. I don’t know if I should pretend, I am still out and listen, or try to find out what is going on and what do they want’. I decided to open my eyes. There are two people, as I blink to remove the sleep from my eyes, I see they have masks on. They say Well, look who woke up. I say, Where am I, oh she speaks one of the men says. I look around to see if I can tell where I am. I can tell I am still in the woods in a shack. I thought and though, I do not remember a shack in these woods. My next thought was no one will know I went for a walk, and my cell is in my car.

I said, Who are you and what do you want with me! One man laughs and says, Well darling what do you think?

I fear what is going through my mind and start trying to move and said, I don’t know. I am a nobody; you have got the wrong person. The man laughed a hateful laugh.

I tried to get up but found I was chained. The place was nasty, unkept, some windows were out, and even though it was the fall, in the woods, it was chilly, and I was lying on