A Series Of Sorrowful Stories, Duane Harvey [top ten ebook reader .TXT] 📗

Chapter 1 * My Story

Many years ago lived three children. Lana, Milf, and Nelly. Their mom was usually never home. She was at work. She was a banker. They did have a father, but they only saw him once. Lana met a boy. A few years later they got in a relationship. They had sex and had a boy. Nelly met a boy. A few years later they got in a relationship. They had sex and had a girl. Now, for Milf, he did meet a girl, but they didn't have a baby. A few years had passed and Lana and Nelly had three more children. Milf, had none. Lana's new children were: Thomas, Angel, and Austin. Nelly's new children were: Johny, Jordan, and Brandon. I am sorry to say but this story doesn't have a happy ending, if I were you, I would read a book about Snow White or at least a book with a happy ending. The events in this story are somewhat true and somewhat false.
Lana and her children were living in a little area in Carmichaels. Angel was the youngest of the children. She was an infant. Austin was older than Angel. And Thomas was older than Austin and Angel. In the next few chapters you will read about their terrible lives. You may think you know the whole story of the Harvey's, but really no one knows everything. There are dark secrets that lay through out this entire story. You will read how terrible the lives of these poor children were. They will discover terrible secrets of their parents. They will solve a long-lasting mystery. They will watch family members fight. And they will cry in terrible, terrible, and, of course, terrible pain.

Chapter 2 * My Story

Angel just learned to walk. She could only walk to the kitchen and to the living room, which were both quite small. The living room was my favorite room in the entire house because it was the most coldest room. Angel wobbled over to her mother and screamed, "Miance!" Like most infants, they talk in another form of language.
Her mother said, "Not now, Angel. I have to cook your father's breakfast before he goes off with his two children." She didn't even look at the poor girl on the floor standing by her side.
Angel's eyes filled with water and she feel down on her butt, crying. Her mom wasn't paying any attention to her. Austin walked into the kitchen and saw Angel crying. He didn't care, all he cared about was his little arms. He said, "When me grow me will be the strongest man alive!"
His mother, at the moment not looking at him, said, "I know you will, baby." She walked over to the kitchen sink and started to wash dishes.
Austin said, "Why is dumb dumb crying this time?"
His mom said, "Because I am too busy working to give her breakfast."
Austin walked back over to Angel and kicked her. She fell over crying even louder. Thomas walked into the small kitchen, saw Angel on the ground and said, "I hate infants." He looked at his mom. "What are you doing?"
His mom said, "Too busy to answer questions."
If I were you right this minute, I would drop this terrible book and call the police, because at this very moment the living room door was kicked open. It smashed against the wall and caused some pictures to fall. The three children shuddered at the fact that they knew who entered the house. It was three men. One of which was their father. The other two were his children.
Lana turned off the water and rushed to the living room. Angel stopped crying and wobbled to her siblings. They all hugged each other and shook in fear. Their father kissed Lana and said, "Where in the hell are those stupid brats? And where in the hell is my breakfast!?"
Lana said, "Your breakfast isn't quite ready. I was expecting you..." She couldn't finish her sentence because this terrible man interupted her.
"I don't care when you were expecting me, just get my breakfast, lady!" He looked at his two sons and they nodded their heads in ageement.
Lana said, "Ok, baby." She ran to the kitchen and tossed serval items into a bag and ran back to this terrible man and held out the bag so he could easy grab it, but he didn't grab it.
He yelled, "Put that in my hands now!" She did. The three terrible men walked out of the door. They didn't even close the door.
She walked over to the three children and counted, "One, two, three..." She stopped and said, "Where is the fourth one?"
At this point in the story you are probably wondering who the fourth child was. You are also probably wondering who were the three terrible men and where they were going. I only wish that those three cruel men would be put in jail. The answer to this question was answered, but I can not tell you because it would ruin the story. Every answer, matter of fact, will ruin this story. Just like the answer to the childrens' next question, ruined their entire lives.
A moment later, Thomas was in his mom's room. He saw many pictures. Then he saw a note. It read: "My children will never find out who their real fathers were. Not one of them!"
Thomas went back into the kitchen and asked the biggest and hardest question of all time, "Who were our real fathers?"

Chapter 3 * My Story

Lana stood frozen staring out of the window. She said, "Your real father is Opie. He loves you all, very much." Opie was the cruel man that was so demanding. That kissed Lana. That kicked open the door. That would put these poor children in another home.
Thomas said, "I went into your room and found this note. It said, " 'My children will never find out who their real fathers were. Not one of them!' So, tell me who our real fathers were. I know that Opie isn't our real father because in the note you said that we can't find out our real fathers. That means there are more than one father."
Lana said, "The answer to that question will bring so much sorrow to your life. I am trying to protect all of you from the vile people out there...you know...the real world."
Thomas yelled, "Why is Opie here? He is vile! Why are his kids here? They are vile! Why are you here? You are also vile!"
Angel asked, "Whdovime?"
Thomas said, "Vile means evil and cruel."
Austin said, "Our mother is evil and cruel?"
Thomas said, "She wasn't before, but now she is."
Lana still staring out of the window finally said, "He wasn't like that before. They weren't either. Neither was I. I am sorry, but if you want the truth so badly, go and find the answers to all of your mysteries, but remember...I warned you."
The three children all raced to their mother's room. They all picked up a picture. Angel asked, "Wharthpeinthpi?" She held her picture up.
Thomas looked at this mysterious picture and saw his mom, himself, his siblings, and five men standing behind them. "I see mom, me, and you, but I also see five men that I have never seen before."
Austin asked, "Where were we?" He held his picture up.
Thomas looked at this strange picture and saw a clown with a knife pretending to kill three children. "I see a clown that is pretending to stab us. I have no idea where that is though." Finally, Thomas looked at the picture he had picked up.
If I were you this time I would have cried my eyes out. This picture was the picture that caused me and my family so much sorrow. It was a picture that was meant to be kept away from little children.
Thomas, with tears coming out of his eyes, said, "The picture I have found...is very old. In this picture I see our mom...killing...Duane."
Oh, no! Duane is dead! Or am I? I am the person writting this book. So, of course, I am still alive. In that picture my mom was pretending to kill me. Just like that clown that was pretending to kill my siblings. I am Lana's oldest child. I am the missing child. I am the one that everyone thought drowned in a river. I am the one that lived to tell you my story. Even though some parts are somewhat true and somewhat false. So, right this moment you could call the police and tell them that you have found me, but you really don't know where I am. I am no longer living with my siblings nor my mom nor my gaurdians.

Chapter 4 * My Story

The next day when Opie came home, he locked up four children: Me, Thomas, Austin, and Angel. We were locked up in our room. I said, "Don't worry. I will get us out of here."
Suddenly the door opened and Opie stepped in. He looked at Thomas and said, "I need to talk to you."
Thomas stood up and walked over to Opie. They walked out of the room. Opie locked the door and me and my two siblings were surrounded by pure darkness. There was two kind of darknesses that surrounded us: Evil and shadows. What ever happened out in the kitchen no one knows. Thomas never told anyone, not even me nor his own siblings.
That night was cold and stormy. I stared out into the stormy night. I saw lightning and heard thunder. Angel was sound alseep in her little crib. Austin was also sleeping. Thomas was writting something in his tablet. When he was done writting, he gave me the tablet. I saw what he wrote. It read: "There are secrets in the world that has to be kept secret."
I looked at Thomas, but he was sleeping. I stared back down at the tablet. I stared at the words that he had handed over to me. I then put the tablet down and went to bed. I dreamt of a narrow hallway. I was walking towards a red painted door. When I opened this door, I saw my mom and Opie. Opie was counting money. He always enjoyed counting so I had a nickname for this cruel man: Count Opie. My mom was making her bed. I didn't have a nickname for her because I couldn't possibly make up a name for such thing. I walked over to her table and saw a new picture. It was the worst of all. In this picture was Opie kissing another woman, which wasn't my mom.

Chapter 5 * My Story

The next day I was walking home from school. I saw the picture of Count Opie kissing another woman. Who was this mysterious person? Was she nice? Was she mean? Was she my real mother...or some whore? There must be servial questions ramming inside of your head. I am sorry, but I can't answer your questions...yet. My siblings were with me. Thomas said, "Where were you yesterday...you know...when Opie kicked open the living room door for the sixth time?"
Austin said, "I am going to Zach's house." Now that I have finally mentioned the character, Zach, I can give you some clues on who he was. He was a cousin to me. A brother to Christian. Christian at this point of the story was quite nice and sweet. He enjoyed