lives of the lesser: A life less important

By JAX

29year old single mum, jayde, suffering from domestic abuse,finds strength to change the pattern, but not to break the cycle. A old hermit veteran opens his solitary life to the young woman and her 5 yr old daughter, only to be accused of the child's murder, follow jayde's deception and betrayal, nugs grief and dying oath to give the child a voice and make her story heard and to be dragged into the realisation, there is no such things as happy endings .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press UK
• Release date: Jan 30, 2024
• ISBN: 9781982287856

JAX

I am 51 years old and the mother of 4 daughters and a granddaughter. I have been married a few times, am now married to my soulmate, and am the stepmother to his 3 children. We are originally from Waianae, HI. I am prior military; I put myself through college and raised my 4 daughters. I am a cancer survivor. This is the second book I have written and am working on a third.

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ISBN: 978-1-9822-8786-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-9822-8785-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023921560

Balboa Press rev. date: 11/10/2023

Contents

Part 1

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

Part 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Part 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Part 1

Chapter 1

She sat on top of the broken armoure, leaning against the bay window, watching droplets of rain chase each other down the glass. They looked so free, she wished she could join them to escape,... to hide…

A voice called out from the kitchen you comin or what bitch!, she moved from her perch, head hung low, she shuddered, ‘this can’t be real’, she turned down the hallway; the light flickering with an unnerving buzzing of the electric light above, as she reluctantly makes her way down the hallway.

Images of a distant happy past vanish out of reach, she reaches the kitchen, a knot tightens in her stomach as she wretches;. Yeah, you want something she murmured; waiting in fear for what the answer might be.

He’s standing, leaning, his long slender frame propped against the ceramic sink, a few dishes sat in waiting for the crumbs from lunch to be rinsed away, his wite shirt crumpled against his suspenders and slacks, his narrow shoulders hunched as though he was being weighed down by his pencil like arms. His unwashed, greasy blonde hair, clinging to his brow like dead slugs, His greyish pale skin making him look more corpse-like than the client’s she encountered working in the morgue.

Evan was certainly not a looker, nor a charming or smart but his fists made her stay.

What the fuck is this you lazy bitch? she murmured im sorry, he screamed "what the fuck cunt! I feed you, i clothe you, i expect you to clean this shit!

But it’s my home she asserted, you live with me, i pay the bills and buy my own clothes!

A rush of air rang through her ears, the kind of sound like waves crashing