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Lucy is escaping her unusual home lifestyle. She is in for shock and horror at the same time. Lucy isn't prepared for what is going to unfold before her on this journey. A story of gaining a friend and an enemy at the same time. A seemingly comfortable, yet dark path to hell. Lucy will question her life--life that will never be the same again. There will be a trio that have escaped their lives from home and she can confide in one of them as the others are not what she expected them to be. They will make her life a living hell. When she thinks she has finally escaped, she will learn that she hasn't. How much torment can she actually take? She is going to wish she stayed with her life at home. What a life for a young teenage girl. But why does it all happen?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	04 mai 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528967877
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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The Deadly Highway
T. Harrogate
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-04
The Deadly Highway About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Chapter One The Teenagers Chapter Two Reported Missing Chapter Three The Found Body Chapter Four The Teenagers Second Escapade Chapter Five The Worrying Parents Chapter Six The Second Body Chapter Seven The Third Victim Chapter Eight The Parent’s Decision Chapter Nine Another Discovery Chapter Ten The Twist of a Kill Chapter Eleven The Travelling Parents Chapter Twelve The Young Groups Fright Chapter Thirteen The Awful Surprise Chapter Fourteen The Lucky Groom to Be Chapter Fifteen The Girl’s Escape Chapter Sixteen Graham’s Capture Chapter Seventeen Graham’s Interview Chapter Eighteen The Girl’s get the Blame Chapter Nineteen Graham’s Court Case Chapter Twenty Graham’s Escape Chapter Twenty-One The Death of the Girls Chapter Twenty-Two Graham is Recaptured Chapter Twenty-Three Graham’s Second Trial
About The Author
T. Harrogate is an English-born woman. She was born in Harrogate, Yorkshire. She moved to Ireland when she was fourteen. She has lived in County Cork ever since. She is married to Joe for thirty-one years. The author works as a healthcare assistant in a maternity hospital in Cork. She writes stories as a hobby. This is her very first book.
Dedication
To my husband, Joe Lonergan, for all his support and patience during the process of this book.
Copyright Information ©
T. Harrogate (2020)
The right of T. Harrogate to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528934459 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528967877 (ePub e-book)
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First Published (2020)
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Acknowledgement
A big thank you to Austin Macauley for accepting my book for publishing. Also the editor, the designer, and my spouse, Joe.
Chapter One

The Teenagers
It is winter in the deep south of America. Where in a small urban town estate of Holywell, the children are playing outside building snowmen and throwing snowballs at each other.
This sleepy little town is divided into two communities. There is the south of Holywell which is where all the rich and middle-class people live and then there is the north side of Holywell where all the poor and homeless seem to gather. It isn’t a pretty sight. The houses are boarded up and graffiti of all types on the walls around the estates. There are horrible looking apartment blocks. Anyone that ends up here knew they were after hitting the lowest of the low.
In one of the estates on the north side of Holywell, a young girl is looking out her bedroom window watching the children playing in the snow below. She is looking at them in awe and wishing she could join them down there to play with the snow. She knew this might sound a bit silly at her age. She thought everyone likes to play in the snow, it was like as if they were letting the child inside them out. How she thought to herself how much fun it would be to throw snowballs or to build a snowman as high as she could possibly reach. Then all of a sudden there was a big bang at the bedroom door. It sounded like the door was going to be blown in. The bang was very loud. Lucy cautiously walked over to the door, trying not to wake her father that was now asleep in the old squeaky rocking chair over in the corner.
She knew if she woke him that there would be hell to pay. One thing you didn’t do was wake her father when he was in a deep sleep. She couldn’t understand how the noise had not awoken him. She opened the door quietly and looked outside cautiously, but there was no one there, not a single soul. What was this? Was it her mind playing tricks with her due to another long boring evening? She longed to get out of this place. She felt like a prisoner in prison, would she dare to run? Would she take the risk? Would her father find her later? Then she would have to suffer the consequences. Her relationship with her father was not good. Where would she go? What would she do? She knew she couldn’t live in this hollow anymore.
The place I was living in was a dirty, damp house with the smell of mould. This was once a six-bedroomed house but each bedroom had been turned into bedsits to accommodate these low-income families a bit better. There are now six families living in one house. One family in each bedroom, each family that lived there, had one or two children but no more than that and they all seemed to be one-parent families. There was either no mother or no father. In Lucy’s case, there was no mother. Her mother had died five years ago. They had lived in a lovely two bedroomed bungalow. When Lucy’s mother died, Lucy’s father turned to drink and gambling. He gambled away all the savings himself and his wife had saved. He then sold the bungalow to get more money for more drink and more gambling. Now all the money had been wasted. They were now breaking except what they got off welfare. Now they were living in this dirty hovel of a place. Lucy turned around and looked at her father slumped sound asleep in the chair after yet another feed of whiskey. The look was one of disgust for what he had done to them. She thought to herself, how could he leave this happen. Her mother would turn in her grave. Her father was holding the quarter-full bottle of whiskey in his hand as if it was his life and he daren’t leave it out of his sight. She couldn’t understand how someone could hold onto something so tight when they were asleep. It was unnatural.
She looked around the room again. She was starting to get hungry, but there wasn’t much in the cupboards. Once again, he had spent all his money on the drink again. He only got one hundred and ninety dollars a week. She just presumed it was from welfare as she wasn’t quite sure where it came from. She was sure though what most of it was spent on. Her father would hand her twenty-five dollars the day he got paid and she was to make that last for the week. He paid the rent for their miserable accommodation and would spend the rest on drink and gambling.
When he used to hand her the money, he used to tell her to head to the shop and get what she needed. She had strict instructions not to mix with the other children in the area. She couldn’t live like this anymore. Her father was always dictating to her not to mix with the other families in the area as they were not of their type as he would say. She knew if she stayed here any longer, she would crack up. She could see that things weren’t going to change anytime soon. She was only fifteen for nearly sixteen. She just didn’t know how much more she could take. She knew it had to be now or never. She also knew that she would have to leave with what she was wearing. If she went back to her wardrobe for any of her other torn and tatty clothes, she ran the risk of waking her alcoholic father and he would want to know what was going on. She couldn’t say she was going out as he knew she had no money. Every time he went out drinking, he would lock the door from the outside and tell her it was for her own good and that way he knew she had no contact with anyone else in the area. She often wondered how her father could be so cruel and exactly what was the safeguarding her from. She had to go, and she had to go now. As she quietly walked down the stairs, she kept looking back wondering was her father going to come after her and grab her and drag her back to that dirty filthy hole of a place that they now called home. She got outside the front door where she quickly walked up the snowy footpath. Just as she was about to turn the corner, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She started to turn around slowly, fearing that it was her father and hoping and wishing to god that it wasn’t. She saw that it was the young boy from the first bedsit in the house and standing by his side was a young girl of about the same age as herself. She had seen her coming out of another bedsit in the house.
“Oh, I am so sorry, I thought you were someone else. Look, Julia, it is the girl that doesn’t talk. She doesn’t communicate with any of us. She thinks that she is more important than all of us,” said Graham, the young man now facing Lucy.
“That is not true. I have been warned by my father not to have anything to do with any of ye at all. I have nothing against any of ye.”
“Where are you going in such a hurry, anyway?” asked Graham.
“I wish it was a hurry but the two of ye are holding me up and if my father wakes up from his drunken slumber and catches me here talking to ye two there will be hell to pay. So just let me go.”
“Just tell us where you are going? As you seem to be in an awful hurry.”
“Do you want to know something? I don’t know. All that I know is that I have to get as far away from this place as I possibly can before I crack up or do something stupid.”
“You feel the same way we do. There is nothing here for us either. Our parents are alcoholics as well. This place is a filthy dirty hole that lets you rot, and no one seems to care or even notice. So, can we come along with you.”
“I have no