Daughter Outlaw: Book One: The Brutality of Love
By Star Besio
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This is the tale of a six-year-old little girl who is raised to be an outlaw. With a father that is an armed robber, a stepmother who's a prostitute, and a band of hooligan siblings, her fate seems ensured. Through all of the hurt and suffering she endures, she learns the most important lessons of all: how to survive.
In doing so, she finds herself, and throughout all of the tragedies of life, she makes a way. Though she loses everything, she has gained the knowledge she needs to conquer the future and reach her true destiny.
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Daughter Outlaw - Star Besio
Daughter Outlaw
Book One: The Brutality of Love
Star Besio
Copyright © 2021 by Star Besio
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Table of 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
Acknowledgments
Iwould like to say thank you!
To God for all the lessons that I was taught throughout this life.
To my Grandma Barbara for encouraging me to write since I can remember.
To Jeremy Sharp, without you, I would have been lost.
To my brother, Eddie Haskins, for understanding me when I did not.
To all of my parents and all the parents who do the best they can with what they have.
To all of my children and the ones that call me Aunt
something or another, you are my heart.
To all of my blood and nonblood brothers and sisters who have supported all of my good and bad decisions and are still here with me.
To all of my fallen friends and loved ones that are not here with me today, and for the impact you all have made.
To Brandon Wilson, even death cannot separate.
And last but not the least, to all my readers. You make this all worth the struggle to finish the race.
Though this book is based on a true story, any likeness in name, character, or event is purely coincidental and does not reflect fact, only the perception and imagination of a traumatized child.
Chapter 1
They call me Daughter. I am not the only girl, but it seemed fitting enough at the time, I guess. Daddy was on the run and said names are just made for people who want to be found. He gave me a new last name too. Said I was the first with our true last name, but that I had better live up to it or I would be banned from the family for life. Daughter Outlaw. That’s me.
I spent the first years of my life watching and learning. Daddy said he thought something was wrong with me because I barely spoke a word until I was six. Only a few times can I recall that silence being out of fear. I worshiped the ground he walked on. He was a god to me. The police called him Satan, but the name made no difference to me. He was my hero. He taught me how to push my own limits and break through mental and physical barriers that would kill weaker adults. We ran drills on what to say to cops, how to talk in code, how to manipulate people, how to panhandle, and how to read folks based on their body language, facial expressions, speech, clothes, accessories, accents, and more. He taught us how to swim, hike, hunt, fish, make a fire, chop wood, jump trains, and make an entire campground with little or nothing. We learned about the wildlife, scorpions to mosquitoes. The entire family consisted five kids and two adults and, at one point in time, an unkin’ uncle and his dog.
In the cities, we would sneak in to let Daddy pull a job, then score some dope. Normally, we could stay a night or two in one of some old outlaws’ houses, just long enough to shower and wish we did not have to leave. Daddy taught me how to cook too and how to lie and defend my life against a full-grown man. He was big on loyalty and demanded respect. He did not stand more than five feet, seven inches tall or weigh more than 145 pounds, but not a single man did not fear him. They all did whatever he said, like soldiers waiting for command.
When he was not worried about the law, we would have all kinds of fun and adventures. He knew of the most beautiful and amazing places on earth—from the Redwood Forest, Great Salt Lakes, clear mountain streams, places to pick wild fresh fruit, to the tops of the Cascades, or boardwalks on the ocean. When I grew up, we did not have to wear a bathing suit. Everyone swam naked or in their underwear. It was neat to be able to feel so free. On occasion, it sucks so bad you wanted to die (from hunger, walking, or getting a real ass-whooping), but you did not have permission to die from Daddy, so you just kept going.
You had to learn how to leave things behind that you loved, such as people, dogs, toys, blankets. Daddy said there is nothing that cannot be replaced as fast as it was lost except for the group of us—Daddy, my stepmom, stepbrother, older sister, little brother, baby sister, and Uncle. But we eventually parted ways with him too.
It seemed that we always got a vehicle somehow. We were always going somewhere or had a new plan. Though we never stayed long enough before it was time to go. Rest stops and forests were the number-one spots we lived. There was money to be made at rest stops back then. Panhandling or selling crafts. I do not even know if you can vend without a permit at a rest stop now, and as far as I know panhandling is not allowed either. Not the way we would do it anyway. The forest was for longer stays and very necessary after a trip to a city. Daddy also said one day that we would rob a bank together. I was being groomed as his righthand man. It was a hard way to live, but on the upside, we had each other and we got to see the nation.
He was a kid at heart and was always goofing around. He showed us cool-kid stuff like how to eat worms, how to roll joints, or how to chug a mug of beer. My brother was always asked how he was to kiss a girl. At two years old, he would French kiss the air and roll his tongue around his lips. But not long after he was trying to kiss his sisters and every girl like that. I figure that was what made it so funny.
He fed us pizza, a lot. Even the baby. If you had teeth, you got a whole slice on your own. If you did not, you got mostly toppings. But we all got beer and quarters for the arcade. We drank forty proof NyQuil to go to bed or had a puff off one of the joints. We thought it was like a rite of passage. Daddy thought it was a great babysitting tactic and hilarious to watch us fall all over or crawl everywhere.
Sometimes I would wake up and not know where I was. Not because I could not remember, but because he had to emergency-relocate us in the middle of the night. I paid a lot of attention to him. Reading him helped me know what he expected of me or when something was wrong. He used us as lookouts for a lot of things. Though, when they came for him, there was not really a way to stop it. We were also told to think for ourselves. He let us do whatever we wanted unless it would bring negative consequences on him. It made us feel respected and like we were equal.
We were all mean as hell and bred for battle. We would dish out just as much ass-whooping as the one we could take from Daddy. The family could fight amongst ourselves, but you would get stabbed by the toddler if you tried messing with any one of us. Daddy liked to let us pick each other’s punishment. All the choices were bad, but each kid did not like one more than the other. If we were mad at one another, then we would choose that one for them. If we were trying to protect each other, the choice would be the one that bothered them the least.
Us kids got together under the watch of my older sister. We would take our cues from her. She was really like our mom. Though she was only a year older than me, three years older than the boys, and seven years older than the baby. Candy Wine is the name the gypsies we ran with gave her. Bubba just called her Doe-Doe. My stepbrother they called Hellion, and the youngest was Baby Girl. My stepmother we called Wicked Witch Bitch, but not to her face. It was Mom. Of course, we all called him Daddy. On occasion, it was the Boogeyman.
Somehow, I