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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

a path she may not be ready to travel - It Happened To Me by T. A. Beasley

In one weekend, seventeen-year-old Delilah Murphy loses the one person she could count on. She tries to deal with the loss but the one she blames makes it hard. 


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Release Date: October 18th, 2028

In one weekend, seventeen-year-old Delilah Murphy loses the one person she could count on. She tries to deal with the loss but the one she blames makes it hard. 
Delilah leans on her best friend for comfort but only for a short period of time. 
She must face her enemy and try to adjust to not having a support system.

Delilah’s behavior and attitude are out of control as is her non-existing relationship with whom she believes is the cause of her pain. 

Will Delilah finally come to her senses and learn to forgive?

Or will her childish antics lead her down a path she may not be ready to travel?

**Trigger warning: of sexual assault, alcoholism, domestic violence ** 

EXCERPT





~1~

Delilah Murphy slides a Mountain Dew from the refrigerator, taking a quick sip before making her way up the stairs. She hears yelling coming from her parents’ bedroom. She ignores it, entering her bedroom to check her bag and make sure all the items for a weekend with her best friend, Tiffany, are accounted for. She walks over to the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She smiles at her reflection, running both hands down her custom-made shirt from CJ Marley. She makes sure everything is in place.
“I’m too sexy for myself,” Delilah sings, before blowing a kiss to herself. She looks at her watch, realizing her ride will be there any moment. She drops her bag by the door and takes a quick glance out the window. The Johnsons must be running a little late.
Delilah hears yelling again. It is getting louder, and she doesn’t know if she should interrupt or not. So, she places her ear to the door to eavesdrop, groaning, “Not this crap again.”  Her parents’ arguing has been going on for the last couple of months.
She leans closer to the door. “What could possibly be wrong this time?”
“I am sick and tired of you always questioning me, Desmond.” Denise’s voice rises in volume, filling the room.
“I have to question you, Denise, because you’re never home.” Desmond’s face squinches in anguish as he clenches hands at his sides. “For the last five years, you have been completely absent in this household, and I’m tired of it.”
“I do not have to answer to you, and I’m not going to feel guilty for working hard to provide for my family.”
Desmond cannot believe Denise’s attitude and defensive behavior.
 “I will be damned before I give up my business to pacify your feelings and ego!” Denise finishes her statement and heads toward the door.
Desmond grabs his wife’s arm forcefully, swinging her around to face him. “Damn it, Denise, don’t walk away from me!”
Looking alarmed, Denise pushes her husband, trying to get him to release her arm.
“No, I am not getting in the middle of this again.” Delilah remembers the last time she tried to intervene in one of her parent’s arguments.
Delilah had walked into her living room to catch her favorite television show, Law and Order: SVU. She had just placed her drink and chips on the table when she noticed her mother heading towards the front door with her father right on her heels.
“Desmond, I am going to Tennessee. This trip is essential for releasing my clothing line.”
Delilah’s father grabbed his wife by the shoulders, slightly shaking her. “I don’t care. For the last two weeks, you have not spent any time with me or Delilah. We come before that damn boutique.”
When he released her, Denise slapped her husband. “Don’t you ever manhandle me like that again!”
Delilah came out of the living room, running over to stop the situation. “Mom, what are you doing?”
Desmond reacted by swinging to hit Denise, but the open-handed slap sent his daughter reeling backward to the floor instead.
Denise ran over to Delilah to help her. “Damn you, Desmond! Look what you have done!”
Desmond froze, realizing he was out of control. He attempted to comfort her. “Baby girl, I am so sorry.” 
Delilah backed away from him. “I’m so tired of you two arguing. I can’t take it!” She ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
Denise waved her hand, stopping Desmond from touching her. She walked out the door.
Now, the pressure Desmond applies to her arm makes Denise wince. “So help me, God, if you don’t let me go, you’re going to regret it.”
Desmond knows she isn’t playing. Denise’s piercing eyes burn into his soul, causing him to release her and plead his case. “I miss you at home. It seems like Delilah and I don’t fit into your world anymore.”
Denise’s jacket starts to vibrate. She pulls out her cell phone, glances at it, and silences it. “Don’t bring Delilah into this.”
Desmond rubs the top of his head and exclaims, “What else do you want me to do?! She is seventeen years old, and I haven’t seen you spend any time with her.”
Denise rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious, Denise. When was the last time you two went shopping? Or had a mother-and-daughter day?”
Her cell phone rings again, displaying her assistant’s number, and this time, she answers it. “Hello, Cherie, how can I help you?” She turns away from her husband for some privacy.
“Mrs. Murphy, your car will pick you up at four o’clock this evening. You will arrive in Evansville at seven. I have arranged for a late check-in at the hotel. The conference is a few miles away.”
“Thank you. Will you be joining me tomorrow before the presentation?” Denise asks.
“Yes. I will be there before lunch, and I will have your presentation materials set up before you go on at one o’clock.”
“Sounds great,” she replies, looking at her husband’s disapproving facial expression. She shrugs and hangs up the phone.
“I’m done discussing this with you. My driver will be here to pick me up in two hours, and I don’t want us to say or do anything we will regret.” Denise walks around him, trying to get to the bedroom door.
“Fine, go ahead and run from our marriage and our daughter. I want you to remember one thing, Denise: I’m not always going to be waiting for you when you come back.” Desmond storms out of the room and right into his daughter.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Delilah apologizes, then looks at her mother, who has appeared in the doorway with her suitcases. Delilah tries to read her father’s expression as he speaks.
“Hey, baby girl, you all ready for your big weekend with Tiffany?”
Delilah stands with one hand on her hip. “I’m not stupid, Dad. What’s going on now? I heard both of you arguing!”
He tries to distract her by pulling her into a hug.
“Dad, don’t ignore me. I know you and Mom were arguing,” she says, pointing at her mother, ready to take her father’s side in the disagreement.
Delilah believes her father can do no wrong. This is mainly because he is there to listen to her and spends time with her. She takes his side in everything.
She can still remember the first time Mother Nature arrived and her mother was not available to take her to the store. Her father, as brave as he could be, made his way to the feminine aisle and helped her pick out supplies. She wasn’t mortified, because her father had a way of making embarrassing moments seem small when he was around.
She smiles, remembering her first encounter with the tooth fairy, whom she believed was her dad. She did not believe the fairy would be able to lift her head to place any money under her pillow. So, her father showed her an alternative with the drawer in the kitchen. They placed her first tooth there, so the fairy could find it. The next morning, her father led her to the drawer, where the fairy had left a dollar.
The drawer became their way of sending each other secret messages. He leaves her notes with cash if he is not going to be home. She always checks the drawer when arriving home.
Desmond sighs. “Your mother and I did have a little disagreement.”
She gives her father a look that says: Here we go again. Delilah has little interaction with her mother, especially after hearing the way she speaks to her father. Delilah realizes it’s happening again, and this is not good. “For reals? You guys have been arguing a lot lately.”
Denise gives her daughter a look that says: No, you didn’t. “Don’t question your father; a child should know their place.”
Delilah glares at her mother, rolling her eyes while showing her the palm of her hand. “Whatever!” She walks away, heading toward her bedroom and slamming the door.
Then, she looks at her bedroom door and whispers, “I wish you would leave for good.”
She picks up a book to browse through on her bed while waiting for her ride. She straightens the black, grey, and teal bedding before sitting down. The black canopy bed sits in the middle of her room, contrasted by the teal walls that surround it. The grey and teal bathroom suite is large enough for Delilah to host her many clothes, shoes, and tote bags. She loves only a few things besides her father: Shopping, books, and spending her parents’ money.
She recently received a couple of books by one of her favorite authors, S.E. Green, a young adult suspense thriller writer who incorporates psychological twists into her stories.
Back in the hallway, Denise turns to her husband, expecting him to correct their daughter. “Are you just going to stand there and let her talk to me like that?”
Desmond smirks. “You brought that on yourself.” He turns away from his wife with no desire to correct Delilah. The way she behaved toward her mother was somewhat his fault. Once, she’d heard him on the phone when Denise left for a business meeting without telling them. She’d heard him yell at her mother that she was being a bitch.
He shakes his head at his wife. He just wants to keep Delilah on his side, in case their marriage comes to an end. He looks at her one more time before descending their cherrywood staircase and walking out the door.
As soon as Desmond shuts the front door, a horn blows and startles Denise. Delilah looks out her window, grabs her bag, and heads toward the door. She stops to take a deep breath before having to deal with her mother since she’d already seen her father get into his car.
“She’d better not say anything to me,” she mumbles to herself while opening her door. Delilah breezes by her mother, looking forward and bumping her mother’s shoulder as if she wasn’t there. She doesn’t give her mother time to say anything before heading down the stairs with her overnight bag in tow. When she reaches the door, Delilah finally hears her mother calling her.
“Delilah, did you not see me standing here?”
She answers without turning around. “I saw you.”
And with that, she walks out of the house, leaving her mother at the top of the stairs.


About the author:
T.A. Beasley has been a lover of books, reading and writing since she was ten years old, when she encountered the teen department librarian at Central Library in her hometown of Evansville, In. She became a book reviewer and blogger in 2010 as well as a tour host, helping authors, publishers and publicists share books with readers through her blog, Authors & Readers Book Corner. She resides in Indianapolis, Indiana with her husband. It Happened To Me is her debut novel and she is working on her next title. 


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6 comments:

Teresa Beasley said...

Thanks so much for being a host on my tour.

Stephanie LaPlante said...

Sounds like a great book. The cover definitely catches the eye.

Meredith said...

Cover leads me to believe it's a very emotional book.

Laura Thomas said...

This sounds so emotional. I enjoy character driven stories and I'd like to read this.

Ally Swanson said...

I liked the excerpt and felt instantly connected and drawn into the story. I have added this book to my TBR List and look forward to checking it out!

CCAM said...

Ally, you are right, the excerpt promises a good book