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A Mother's Love Should Never Come with a Price

Child Abuse needs a voice, and should never be hushed.

It’s an epidemic, and happening all around us, but we don’t see it. Abuse is not always physical. It can be emotional and verbal. They all leave the same scars, I know. I hide my own.

In my Young Adult, If I Knew Then, Angel suffers in silence. She struggles to do the right thing, even if it means she will have to hide the evidence to save her family from the shame of her mothers secrets.

Many children around us suffer in silence. We need to take off our blinders and give them a voice. A secure set of arms to run to for safety.
My book will be published this year and I am hoping to give at least one child the strength to speak up. Search for the love they will need to overcome.

All children want is to be loved. unconditionally

Here’s as excerpt from…If I Knew Then.

“Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love that didn’t come with a price. She hid the pain until Jax entered her life. Can he give her what she needs to let go of the past or will he leave her with a bigger challenge that will change her future?

Angel fought to keep her family safe from the evil that threatened to destroy her. She made sure she was always the one in front of her sisters when her Mother yielded her wrath. Always keeping the danger that surrounded them a secret. To lessen the blow, she lived a lie that everyone believed, except for one. He was her only source of happiness until one day he was gone. With nothing left, and no one to turn to, she must outrun her past, and overcome the secret that she fights to hide, before her Mother destroys everything she has left to hold on to.”


“Get in my closet and don’t say a word. I’ll fix this, don’t worry.” She got her sisters set and swallowed past the lump in her throat as a loud crash echoed from downstairs. She’s up. Angel’s heart raced as she raced down the hall. She rounded the corner, into the living room and froze. The coffee table was on its side, and her Mother was on the floor in a bed of broken glass. Her heart dropped as she bent over the motionless body.
“Mom, Mom, are you okay?” Tears burned her eyes as she fought to hold them back, then a faint moan slipped from her mother’s still lips.

“Don’t move. I’m going to help you up.” She inched over the shattered glass and lifted her mother. The slivers stabbed at her feet as she moved her to the couch. Her mother lifted her head, and her eyes were beet red. Angel ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet dish towel. When she got back she knelt before her and peeled off the blanket she was wrapped in. It kept her from getting cut, and Angel shuddered as her fear was replaced with relief.

“Stay here and I’ll clean this up.” She patted her mom’s knee, jumped up and turned sideways just as her mom raised her foot, shoving her onto the broken table. She threw her hands out to catch her fall and splintered glass slit through her palms and knees as she slid across the carpet.

“Look at what you did. How clumsy can you be?” Her mother’s cold tone stabbed at Angel’s heart. “Get this mess cleaned up. What’s your dad going to think about you stumbling around in the dark, tripping over the furniture?”
Angel gulped back the pain, but she couldn’t stop the tears.

“I’ll have to tell him you were drinking again. Do you know how bad that will make him feel? His perfect little Angel, falling from grace.”

Her slurred words, and acid tone, burned away any compassion left inside of her. She stayed in the middle of the glass as her mother stumbled past. The slamming door was a welcome sound, and she let her tears fall. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and make this all end, but she had to get to her sisters, keep them safe. She opened her eyes, and her stomach rolled at the site of the pool of blood beneath her hand. The throbbing raced up her arm, and her head started to spin as the room went dark

I will post more as the release date gets closer, and don’t forget, silence will not solve the problem.

Speak up, ask for help, it’s out there….I promise….I know. I’ve been there.

Lynda Kaye Frazier
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Writing is my passion, Reading is my Love.

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