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    No Weapon Formed
    No Weapon Formed
    No Weapon Formed
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    No Weapon Formed

    By Helena Mayers Gore

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    As a young girl the character endures abuse at an early age. This sets the stage for years of built up anger and ultimatly to some very bad relationships riddled with abuse.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHelena Mayers Gore
    Release dateApr 26, 2012
    ISBN9781476284934
    No Weapon Formed
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    Helena Mayers Gore

    Helena was born and raised in Newark, NJ. She moved from the city to North Carolina at a young age. She loves writing and singing. She currently resides in Arizona with her husband and three children

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      No Weapon Formed - Helena Mayers Gore

      NO Weapon Formed

      By Helena Mayers Gore

      2012 Copyright Helena Mayers Gore

      Smashwords Edition

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to my husband and children. Without you, I do not know if I would even be alive right now. You have made my life worth living.

      Chapter 1

      My first and earliest memories are of my father touching me. I don’t mean loving hugs and kisses. You know, what most people describe as normal. No I mean, leaning over me, taking my innocence, whiskey breath and dilated pupils. I was five.

      My family consisted of my brother, sister and I. We all have different fathers. My brothers’ father is a police sergeant. I’ve never met him. My sisters’ father died when she was six months from a kidney disease that he passed down to her. Then there was my father, I never knew what he did for a living. Just that he was always drunk and always touching.

      My mother never knew. To give her credit, I never told her. She was what we would now call ‘an addict’. She was what I called, not there. I remember my brother, sister and I being left alone at home for weeks at a time while she left on her drug binges. The house was a wreck. Imagine dirt and clothes everywhere. My brother did his best to feed us. There was one point where he fried peanut butter to try and feed the three of us.

      Our playground was our little top floor, two bedroom apartment in Newark, NJ. At the very top of a house that was all family. The basement was set up like an apartment where my uncle Ed stayed when he was out of prison. The first floor was a two bedroom apartment taken by my uncle Rick and his family. The second floor was my grandparents three bedroom apartment. Then there was us on the top floor. All of these people in one house and no one knew we were there by ourselves for weeks at a time.

      We never came downstairs and never went out the back door unless

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