Holly's Men

By Holly Hail

I am simple person who have had a lot of bad experiences in life, but it haven’t shaped my life. It has made me a stronger person and I want to share my experiences through my writing. I love writing and I hope I get successful with my writing and I hope my readers enjoy my style of writing. My childhood was very sad. I would run away and cause heartache for my parents. I married at sixteen just a child and had my first child at eighteen, but sadly I gave my son away. That’s another story to be told. Please read my books, you won’t regret it. I promise you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Dec 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664114029

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Holly’s Men

Holly Hail

Copyright © 2021 by Holly Hail.

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Rev. date: 12/16/2020

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Contents

Chapter 1     My Life Begins

Chapter 2     My First Marriage

Chapter 3     My Second Marriage

Chapter 4     My Relationship With Mark

Chapter 5     The Final Chapter

Chapter 1

MY LIFE BEGINS

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It was my dinner break, and the girls from school invited me to the pub. I was surprised the bartenders and the Heart of Oak let me in and served me an alcoholic drink. Obviously, they must have thought I looked over eighteen. What did I care?

One of the girls told me a man in a green suit was admiring me. He came over and asked if he could buy me a drink."

Sure, I said. Rum and black, the most expensive drink I could think of.

He sat down by the side of me, and we got to talking with one another. He seemed nice. I said to myself, He’s a very confident man. He asked me my name and then said, My name is John, and asked me out on a date.

You can walk me back to school, I told him.

He held my hand, which was nice. And at the gate, he kissed me goodbye. I arrange to meet him at the pub the next day.

He came to my town to see me and we walked along the beach holding hands. I felt all giddy inside.

I wondered what my mother would say about me seeing John—too late. My next-door neighbour saw us, and when I went home after seeing John to the bus stop, my mother asked, Where did you meet him?

In a pub, I said.

What are you doing in a pub? You’re fifteen, for God’s sake. You’re not old enough to be drinking. Go to your bedroom and wait till your father gets home. You’re in for it, my girl.

Oh no another hiding with the leather belt. Oh well, they didn’t last long. I could take it. They weren’t going to stop me from seeing my boyfriend.

My father came home from work, and I was called down to the living room where my mother told my dad that I had been in a pub drinking alcohol and seeing a man called John.

My dad was so angry with me he took off his belt and hit me with it, saying, You naughty girl. That’s what you get for drinking alcohol. And who’s this man?

My boyfriend, I replied. Would you like to meet him?

Don’t be flippant, my girl. You will get the belt again.

Well he is, I said.

What are we going to do with her? my mother said. Why can’t she be like her sisters? They are good girls.

I was told to go to my room without any tea for my punishment.

Charming—the belt and no tea, I shouted at the top of my voice upon entering the bedroom I shared with my sisters.

The next day I went to school and I met John at the pub during my dinner hour. Every night after school, I saw John in my town. We’d go to the park and kiss on the bench.

We made plans to move in together when I was sixteen, and I told my parents of our plans. My mother said to me, You’re not putting our name to shame no more than you already have by running away like you have for years. You can marry him with our permission. That’s what you can do.

I didn’t want to marry him. I wanted to live with him. I wasn’t sure if it would work out between us. But I knew I’d caused a lot of trouble running away, so I said I would marry him.

I ran away again to Scotland. I was unhappy at home because of all the hidings I was getting and the fighting with my sisters. I had a lift in a lorry all the way to Scotland. I told the lorry driver I was going to see an aunty and that I’d stay with her for a few days because my mum was ill.

I don’t know if he believed me or not. He said he was glad of the company.

It took a long time to get to Scotland. We stopped several times at a transport café. All I had with me was my weekly dinner money my mum had given me in the morning. Thankfully, I didn’t have to pay Peter the driver. He said I reminded him of his daughter.

He dropped me off in Dundee and said, Mind how you go. Nice meeting you.

When I think about the dangers, I shudder. I could have been raped and killed. But I always believed God would keep me safe, and he did.

The shop was underground in a car park, and I went to a music shop and bought a guitar strap and plectrum for John, my boyfriend. It was getting dark, so I walked out of the shops up and went along the other side of the car park. I asked if there was a café nearby and was told, Just up the road around the corner, but it will be shutting soon.

I walked in the café, and looking around, I noticed some people sitting down chatting away and having a lovely time. I went to the counter and asked for a