Melody S. Green Author of Self Help Books Finding Hope
I write about personal life experiences and the courage to get through them.
© Melody S Green 2015 All Rights Reserved
Finding Hope In The Valley (Sneak Preview) Chapter One Our New Beginning By the time I got out of my second marriage my daughter was 14. We had promised ourselves that we would try to live like everyone else, but that just never seemed to happen. We were as dysfunctional as ever. We had made a choice to start new but picked the wrong place to do it in. We had moved to “Sin City.” We picked it for the only reason, my husband wouldn’t ever think of looking for us there. He knew I didn’t believe in gambling money away, so I figured we were safe. Or so I thought. The only thing I was able to get to help us start our new life was enough money to live on for about three months. We had the business for about two years and I was the one running it but I didn’t take anymore money than that. I knew he would hunt me down if I got anymore out of our savings. The business was worth about $400 or $500 hundred thousand at the time. I knew giving it up was going to cost me everything but saving my daughter was worth it. We spent the first few days in a motel room when we hit town. I knew our money wouldn’t last long if we stayed there. We started looking for an apartment as soon as we had gotten enough rest to function again. There’s a lot of drawbacks to moving to a place you don’t know anyone. We really didn’t know what part of town to live in. We decided to find the part of town we could afford. We found a third story apartment on the east side of town. It was furnished so we took the little we brought with us and moved in. I had burned all the bridges with my family to keep him from coming after them so we were on our own. I had learned not to depend on other people at a very young age and it served me well then. I got a mailbox address in another area of town. I told my daughter that our success in not being found by him was going to hinge on how well we could stay hidden. Some of the things I was worried about was if I have to go get a job and her going to school. How could I keep him from finding us then? I prayed that God would blind him to where we were at and keep us hid. I had brought my sewing machine with me since I had made some money with it before. Sewing for people was something I could do that didn’t stress me out so much but could I make enough money with it? I lost a lot of sleep over that one. We had lived in the apartment for about two weeks when something unthinkable happened. My daughter’s only job at the time was to take out the trash and help me with shopping for groceries. The trash was getting ready to burst it’s seams one night when I asked her to take it out. She said she was working on her homework and would in a little while. I was working on a dress for someone so I didn’t think anything about it. About two hours later I noticed she didn’t take it out and I said something again. She was watching TV by then and mumbled something to me like “OK”, “OK”, but nothing happened. I was busy so I didn’t pay attention to it. Then I was going to take a break and start dinner when I noticed that she hadn’t done it. “Why are you not taking out the trash!” I couldn’t understand why she was blowing me off. The apartment was an efficiency so there was no place for her to go to hide. “I can’t I don’t feel good,” she said. “Well you felt well enough to watch TV earlier,  why do you not feel good now?” I new if she didn’t feel good there was no way I would talk her into it. I was too tired to argue so I told her to get in bed. She laid down and was soon out. I finished up what I was doing and then went to bed too. I was awakened by sirens outside. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window. All I could see was people standing out on their balconies staring at the west end of the building. That was where the trash cans where located. My daughter woke up then and asked, “what is going on?” “I think someone must have set the trash on fire or ran into them. Maybe the field is on fire, I’m not sure.” I got dressed quickly and went to the door. My daughter got there first. She had crawled into bed with her clothes on. “Are you going to open the door?” She asked with a fear in her voice. “That’s the only way I am going to find out if we need to leave the building”, I said. We slowly opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. I looked to the west and saw what I thought was about 20 cop cars littering the street in front of the bins. “What in the world is going on!” I turned to my daughter as she said, “I met a girl who goes to school with me. She lives right there.” She pointed to an apartment three doors down from us. I could see the girl my daughter’s age standing on the sidewalk. “Ok, go see if she knows anything.” I watched her walk down the stairs and over to the girl. She stopped when she got to her and they put there heads together and the girl was saying something in her ear. I thought that was strange and made a mental note to ask about her later. My daughter’s head flew up and I heard her say, “I need to tell my Mom, I will see you at school later.” The girl turned and went into her apartment. My daughter ran up the stairs and was out of breath. I had a feeling of foreboding. It settled on me like a cloud. “What is going on?” I asked with a little more force than necessary so I said, “what did she say?” My daughter had lost all the color out of her face and was tearing up. “She said someone found a dead five year old girl in there this morning.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had remembered hearing about one being kidnapped a few days ago. Everyone was looking for her. I felt sick that she had been found that way. Then I got mad. “What kind of sick S.O.B. would do that? Well I’m going to the manager’s office this morning and demanding to move. “Pack everything you have and I will call the school and tell them you are not coming. I guarantee we will be out of here today!” My daughter nodded her head and ran in the door. I looked one more time at all the cop cars. “Please watch over and help her family Lord, they are really going to need it.” I headed in the door determined to be moving later today. Coming in September 2016. Look for it on  Amazon, B&N, and other retailers.
Melody S. Green Author of Self Help Books Finding Hope
I write about personal life experiences and the courage to get through them.
Finding Hope In The Valley (Sneak Preview) Chapter One Our New Beginning By the time I got out of my second marriage my daughter was 14. We had promised ourselves that we would try to live like everyone else, but that just never seemed to happen. We were as dysfunctional as ever. We had made a choice to start new but picked the wrong place to do it in. We had moved to “Sin City.” We picked it for the only reason, my husband wouldn’t ever think of looking for us there. He knew I didn’t believe in gambling money away, so I figured we were safe. Or so I thought. The only thing I was able to get to help us start our new life was enough money to live on for about three months. We had the business for about two years and I was the one running it but I didn’t take anymore money than that. I knew he would hunt me down if I got anymore out of our savings. The business was worth about $400 or $500 hundred thousand at the time. I knew giving it up was going to cost me everything but saving my daughter was worth it. We spent the first few days in a motel room when we hit town. I knew our money wouldn’t last long if we stayed there. We started looking for an apartment as soon as we had gotten enough rest to function again. There’s a lot of drawbacks to moving to a place you don’t know anyone. We really didn’t know what part of town to live in. We decided to find the part of town we could afford. We found a third story apartment on the east side of town. It was furnished so we took the little we brought with us and moved in. I had burned all the bridges with my family to keep him from coming after them so we were on our own. I had learned not to depend on other people at a very young age and it served me well then. I got a mailbox address in another area of town. I told my daughter that our success in not being found by him was going to hinge on how well we could stay hidden. Some of the things I was worried about was if I have to go get a job and her going to school. How could I keep him from finding us then? I prayed that God would blind him to where we were at and keep us hid. I had brought my sewing machine with me since I had made some money with it before. Sewing for people was something I could do that didn’t stress me out so much but could I make enough money with it? I lost a lot of sleep over that one. We had lived in the apartment for about two weeks when something unthinkable happened. My daughter’s only job at the time was to take out the trash and help me with shopping for groceries. The trash was getting ready to burst it’s seams one night when I asked her to take it out. She said she was working on her homework and would in a little while. I was working on a dress for someone so I didn’t think anything about it. About two hours later I noticed she didn’t take it out and I said something again. She was watching TV by then and mumbled something to me like “OK”, “OK”, but nothing happened. I was busy so I didn’t pay attention to it. Then I was going to take a break and start dinner when I noticed that she hadn’t done it. “Why are you not taking out the trash!” I couldn’t understand why she was blowing me off. The apartment was an efficiency so there was no place for her to go to hide. “I can’t I don’t feel good,” she said. “Well you felt well enough to watch TV earlier,  why do you not feel good now?” I new if she didn’t feel good there was no way I would talk her into it. I was too tired to argue so I told her to get in bed. She laid down and was soon out. I finished up what I was doing and then went to bed too. I was awakened by sirens outside. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window. All I could see was people standing out on their balconies staring at the west end of the building. That was where the trash cans where located. My daughter woke up then and asked, “what is going on?” “I think someone must have set the trash on fire or ran into them. Maybe the field is on fire, I’m not sure.” I got dressed quickly and went to the door. My daughter got there first. She had crawled into bed with her clothes on. “Are you going to open the door?” She asked with a fear in her voice. “That’s the only way I am going to find out if we need to leave the building”, I said. We slowly opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. I looked to the west and saw what I thought was about 20 cop cars littering the street in front of the bins. “What in the world is going on!” I turned to my daughter as she said, “I met a girl who goes to school with me. She lives right there.” She pointed to an apartment three doors down from us. I could see the girl my daughter’s age standing on the sidewalk. “Ok, go see if she knows anything.” I watched her walk down the stairs and over to the girl. She stopped when she got to her and they put there heads together and the girl was saying something in her ear. I thought that was strange and made a mental note to ask about her later. My daughter’s head flew up and I heard her say, “I need to tell my Mom, I will see you at school later.” The girl turned and went into her apartment. My daughter ran up the stairs and was out of breath. I had a feeling of foreboding. It settled on me like a cloud. “What is going on?” I asked with a little more force than necessary so I said, “what did she say?” My daughter had lost all the color out of her face and was tearing up. “She said someone found a dead five year old girl in there this morning.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had remembered hearing about one being kidnapped a few days ago. Everyone was looking for her. I felt sick that she had been found that way. Then I got mad. “What kind of sick S.O.B. would do that? Well I’m going to the manager’s office this morning and demanding to move. “Pack everything you have and I will call the school and tell them you are not coming. I guarantee we will be out of here today!” My daughter nodded her head and ran in the door. I looked one more time at all the cop cars. “Please watch over and help her family Lord, they are really going to need it.” I headed in the door determined to be moving later today. Coming in September 2016. Look for it on  Amazon, B&N, and other retailers.
© Melody S Green 2015 All Rights Reserved