Sometimes I go through my ebooks and talk it over with a friend who comes to the same conclusion I do. The story is not working with the general theme, and for the reason that it does not fit the theme of Karma Turns on The Wicked, and it does not star a supernatural character period I left it out of the ebook and decided to put it on the blog instead….So here it is:
The best form of revenge is success. I used to let the past get to me, and it would affect me so much my whole day would be ruined. I used to think constantly about ways to change the past, and the people about what I would do if I ever saw them again. I was mentally abused by them called ugly, fat, whore, slut, and told I had no morals when they are the ones that slept around with everyone they met. The girl tried to steal my boyfriends, and the guy was a total jerk flirting with other girls while we were together, and kissing them. Lying to me about who he really was, and the girl pretending to be my friend when really she was using me. The guy would even hit on other women in front of me, and the guy tried to force me to have sex with him.
Looking back on it the guy’s mom is an alcoholic, and probably thought girls are lower than him because of his mom not giving him enough love and attention. The girl is bipolar, and she has mommy issues as well thinking she is trying to ruin her life when really she is trying to teach her things. I wished the both of them dead at one point because of their negative impact on my life. They were two of the worst people, and I wish I did not know them. They were brought into my life for me to grow as a better person then them. I always thought the reason why the guy treated me badly, and constantly put his money in my face was because of the fact that I have a mom that loves me, and who cooks for me too. My parents give me anything I ask for, and maybe that is why they tried to bring me down. I thought about them and what they did. I realized I no longer care anymore, and I realized it for the first time in a long time.
I no longer care about the bastard having someone else to move in with anymore. I no longer care for the girl’s friendship either cause I have tons of friends looking out for me. I am not the only one the girl treated like shit either, and no one really liked her they thought she was annoying, and they only pretended to be her friend. Also the guy now has someone else to take out his issues on, and he is some one’s problem. He never showed his feelings either, and I felt he is not worth having a relationship with. A guy who cannot show me how he is feeling is useless to me, and I am with someone else better. The guy was dead inside and controlling too, and if I was with him I would not be able to have guy friends because he would threaten to kill him. Last I heard he was in another state far away from me, and I heard the other girl is across from my old house. I do not care though.
I now have a great husband, two beautiful children, and I am a bestselling author with movies made of my books. I only think that much about them when I am afraid of the future, and that is really the only time I obsess about those assholes.
I am sweating bullets now, and about to talk to a live audience on the Sally Show, and it is a live show that features interviews with bestselling authors, celebrities, and news. I am talking about my upcoming book which is a paranormal romance called, My Salvation about a girl who got over her past of abusive relationships, and found a sexy werewolf that showed her what real men are like, and her best friend Tayla showed her what a real friendship is like. One who does not put you down. One who picks you up, and is there for you. One who does not just talks about their problems, and not only ignores yours, but backstabs you in the process. One who does not complain all the time, and one who does not try to compete with you over things at all. I thank the people who I am in a healthy relationship with for everything I have learned.
I stood backstage in my cherry red suit, and dress. My makeup is expertly done to convey my professional look so I do not look like crap on stage.
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“And now we have Leanna Maliki. USA bestselling author of My Salvation. And author of the Lalaine Channing series.” The voice boomed over the loud speakers, and of course it was Sally Stone. Who is the hostess of the show a smart redhead with striking green eyes. I smiled as I walked on stage careful to walk slow, and not fall. I sat across from her in a comfy black leather chair. I have quite the fan base, and my fans littered the audience cheering me on. I have accumulated many fans over the years that I have been writing since I write raw stuff. I had a microphone clipped onto me a few minutes before I walked on stage.
“Hi, Sally I am very happy to be talking to you about my latest release.”
She smiled, and it was interesting hearing my voice echo over the loud speaker. “So what can you tell me about the book.”
“The book is about a girl who is abused by two people she thought cared about her, and she used to care about them until they showed their ugly true colors. She is a witch too, and she tries to use spells to get over what they did to her, and ones to get rid of them. Of course it backfires. And after she meets a handsome, sexy, werewolf her life changes, and she finds out what real relationships are like. She is still dating the abusive guy, and still is friends with the horrible girl. It all changes when she meets Tayla who is a Fae. She shows her what a real friendship is like.”
“Does it have any real life experiences in it?”
I think about it for a moment debating on how much to tell her.
“It does have some, but no names are mentioned to protect the mean party from thinking they are in it. Their appearances are changed too.”
“I read it before it came out, and one of the girls broke up friendships. Like two guys were friends, but she went out with one of them, and cheated on him with the other friend like all manipulative bitches do. What kind of person does this? Also stealing someone elses lover really?”
I nod, “It is hard to believe it happened too, and sometimes I wish it was someone else it happened to instead of a few of my friends.”
“Let’s take calls to see what the audience thinks.”
“We have a call on line one. You’re on aire.”
“Yeah, I know who you are talking about. Her name is Agatha, and she cheated on me too. She is annoying, and she thinks she think is hot when she is not. Like turning a negative thing into a complement please that is like saying you loved being called a slut.”
“Line two.”
“She is pathetic because she calls herself my friend when I cannot stand her ass. I hate her. She said I had no morals when she sleeps around.”
Is any of this a retellin of actual events in your life
Was any of this autobiographical told as fiction ???
It is fiction mostly and it just did not fit in with the story some of it like the best selling author part is fiction as well as the two characters the girl hates.
Maybe the first three paragraphs are a little true, but no names are mentioned because I don’t let them get to me like I used to. I used to obsess about the past a lot, and in all honesty I used to know people like but now they are gone from my life. I have never been happier to have an outlet for my emotional scars until I found writing, and it did make me a better person.