Deranged: The Fleischer Series, #2

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DEDICATION

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I’d like to dedicate Deranged to my loving husband Ron and all of our exceptional children (Ashley, Ronnie, David, Jade, Derrick, Jenna, Laurie, and Luke).  They have each taught me so much about life and love while continuing to help me remain grounded in reality, a place I probably would not choose to visit if it weren’t for my family.  They make each day worth the effort, worth every struggle, and my husband and my children are the reason that I do anything that I do.  Without them, Deranged would never have been written.  Thank you and I love you all!

note from the author

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Deranged is a work of fiction.  It's not true.  There are truths woven throughout, some mine, some belonging to others, and some are just made up.  Do things like what happen in Deranged really happen?  Yes, unfortunately they do.  The main message in Deranged is that abuse is a vicious cycle.  This was the main message in Book 1 of the Fleischer Series and will continue to be the main message in Books 3 and 4 as well.  You see, abuse feeds on silence and ignorance.  Sweep it under the carpet, pretend it doesn't happen, that it's not as bad as it seems or that it could be worse.  Pretend that it's not your problem.  This is what abuse hungers for, what it needs to continue to haunt little children and grown adults alike.  This is how abuse recruits its followers, it creates monsters out of once-beautiful people by putting them through unspeakable torments.

I urge everyone to find their voice, to speak out against abuse when you see it or suspect it, or when it happens to you.  Do what that little voice in your heart is begging you to do.  It may not be the easy thing to do, anything worth doing rarely is, but it's the right thing to do.  You may change someone’s life or even save a life, so speak up!

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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Tasha Gwartney - for an amazing front cover and Dad for an equally amazing back cover,

Bryan Airel- for being my go-to proofreader and putting up with my harassing messages when I’m being impatient,

Amanda Henderson Neally and Doris St Clair- both for agreeing to proofread and giving me such a fast turnaround with glowing feedback,

Crystal Easling – for great last-minute ideas about how to improve Deranged,

Ron Starusnak Jr. - for treating me like a queen every day and for always being my biggest fan,

Christine Vorndran - for being a true friend and for always being there for me in good times and in bad and also for helping me with some of the formatting that I couldn’t seem to figure out for the life of me,

Louie Neverette – for also being a true friend and for always being there for me through both the good times and the bad,

Mom & Dad- for reading my manuscript and giving me honest feedback and advice and Dad for help with all the technical stuff,

Grandma Cron- for living a life worthy of a hundred best-selling books and sharing many of her experiences with me.

I give you all my sincere gratitude.  I’m truly sorry if I’ve left anyone out.  There are so many people that have given me advice, encouragement, and believed in me along my journey that I couldn’t possibly mention all of them here.

Last chapter of Detached- Book 1 of the fleischer series

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~Julie~

It was quite a while before Johnny and Caroline came back home from bringing the produce into town to sell.  That seemed to make us a little more money than just selling it roadside in our own yard and had been one of my ideas actually.  Dad had finally listened and sent Johnny in his truck with Caroline to try the idea out and see if it really worked.  He would never find out the answer, but it would be useful for the rest of us to know for the future.

I had mom seated and positioned the best that I could get her in her chair at the table and dinner was almost finished.  Johnny looked around seeming confused and then asked, Where's Dad?  I wanted to show him this catfish I bought at the fish market. 

I took him aside where Mom and Caroline wouldn't hear and told him, He left us Johnny.  Just told Mom he was done with us.  Hopped in the driver's side of some red head's truck and just sped off.

I could see him trying to let that news sink in.  But that makes no sense. 

Well, that's what happened.  Mom's not handling it that well, so try to keep quiet about it.  And then louder so that I could be sure everyone would hear, I made dinner.  Something Dad took out this morning.  It should be done.

I dished Johnny's bowl and then Caroline's.  Then I got Mom's.  I was too worn out to be hungry.  I took a seat next to Mom and tucked a napkin into her shirt.  Are you going to feed yourself or do I need to do it?  Johnny and Caroline both looked at me in surprise, but kept quiet.  There was no answer from our mother.  So I picked up the spoon and started to feed her some of the broth from the stew. 

She didn't swallow and just let it spill back out of her loose mouth.  I let Julie slap her across the face.  Not hard, just enough to send a message to wherever she was at in her head.  You have to eat Mother.  As I fished some more broth from the bowl, I noticed a big finger hiding in among the vegetables.  It looked like a pointer finger.  Oops, hopefully I didn't overlook too much of that.  The next spoonful she swallowed.  Good.  She did the same with most of the rest of the bowl.

When everyone had finished their suppers and taken their bowls to the sink I asked, Did I do an alright job with making dinner? 

That was good, said Caroline, my sweet little sister.

Good.  Don't ever forget what Dad always tells us: don't get too attached... 

Johnny looked directly at me as he finished my sentence for me, ...because it might be supper.

There was a lot to figure out and take care of if Emily and her brother and sister were going to make it look like they weren’t on their own in this house.  Which, even though their mother was there in body, her mind had certainly taken off to someplace far away. 

Emily and Caroline would also have to keep up with their school work.  Johnny was old enough now not to have to do the school work any longer.  One of them would have to figure out how to do the paperwork for The State.

They would also have to figure out what bills there were and how to pay them.  There was a lot, but I knew they would be able to handle it.  They had handled far worse when their father was alive.

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CHAPTER one

Caroline

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I close the last journal there is of my sister Emily’s, turn out my flashlight, and just sit for a while in the dark, damp cellar, thinking.  Emily is her name, whether she likes it or not.  I don’t know where this whole calling her Julie thing came from.  Well, I do now that I’ve read all of her journals, but it doesn’t really make very much sense to me.  Did this Julie person, or whatever she is, take over Emily’s mind and turn her into this monster that she has become?  I don’t want Emily, or Julie as she now likes to be called, to find me down here snooping through her private journals.  After putting the last of the notebooks back behind the loose brick in the wall where I found them, I decide to go outside for a while. 

I was just looking around the room that Daddy had made Emily stay in by herself after he got