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An Excerpt from ANESSIA'S QUEST:
Anessia’s
Quest by Karen
Arnpriester
Chapter 1
Leah thought she could bear it no longer. Why didn’t this baby come
out? She had been pushing and
writhing for hours, hurting so bad that she wanted to die. Finally, the nurse
came in and said she was ready to have the baby. Leah knew that she would have
feelings for this kid eventually, but right now, she almost hated it. They
wheeled her into the delivery room and after thirty more minutes, the miracle
of birth happened. A little, white skinned, red-haired girl with blue eyes
arrived. She looked at her and felt numb. She may have connected better if the
baby had looked like her; if she had gotten her golden skin, dark, curly hair
and hazel eyes. This baby looked like a stray, not her kid.
Leah had endured a difficult life and tried to bury it with alcohol,
drugs, and sex. During her drunken months of pregnancy, she thought it would be
funny to name her baby girl Champagne, after her favorite beverage. Champagne
Marie Crenshaw. Champagne would carry her mother’s last name since Leah didn’t
know which John was the proud papa. Leah had considered having another
abortion, but this time was different. This baby would change her life. She
just knew it. Leah wanted to be loved and wanted someone to love. She’d
convinced herself she could be a mom. When Leah was in her seventh month, she
had stopped hooking and left Los Angeles. She moved north for a fresh start.
Champagne would find out quickly that her mom would fail miserably at being a
mother. She would also find out there was someone watching over her, protecting
her.
When the hospital determined that Leah was ready for release, she was
indignant and annoyed. Three days was not nearly long enough if you asked her.
She figured she deserved and could use at least another week of leisure and
strong pain meds while the nurses cared for Champagne. Upon leaving the
hospital, Leah brought the baby back to the disgusting motel room that she had
rented with her assistance checks. She figured they would do okay, since the
amount written on those checks would increase with the birth of Champagne. She
might have been able to afford a nicer place, but the majority of her money
went for her alcohol and drugs. How was
she going to take care of a baby all by herself? Looking around the room,
Leah realized that she should have prepared a little more for the baby. She
pulled out a drawer, dumped it out, and laid Champagne in it. The strong pain
meds were wearing off and they had only prescribed glorified aspirin as far as
Leah was concerned. Luckily, she had stopped on the way home to pick up a big
bottle of cheap wine.
“Well brat, I guess the closest I’ll come to champagne for awhile is
changing your dirty diapers.” She laughed to herself, “That was a good one Leah. You haven’t lost your dazzling wit yet.”
~~~
Several years crawled by, and somehow, Champagne survived her mother’s
indifference. One summer evening, Leah could not take it any longer. The pounding
on the door was killing her head. What a hangover she had. When she jerked the
door open, she looked into the chest of a police officer. Behind him stood her
neighbor, Miss Nosey. She could tell
it wasn’t good by the smirk on Miss Nosey’s face.
“We got a call that you have a toddler playing unattended on the
landing,” said the officer.
“Well, I don’t see no kid out here, do you?” shot back Leah.
“Not at the moment, but your neighbor called quite concerned. She said
that it is not unusual to see your front door wide open and your small daughter
playing out here by the stairs. Do you understand how dangerous that is?”
“Well yes, Officer, I do. I’m not an idiot. I am always just inside the
door, watching her every move. The kid has gotta have some fresh air and
sunshine right?”
“Ma’am, unless you use better judgment and find a safer place for your daughter
to play, we will be back out with child services,” threatened the Officer.
“Okay. I will figure out something.”
The officer filled out his paperwork and handed Leah her copy. “This
call will be documented.” He held the paper for a delayed moment, making eye
contact with Leah.
“Thank you, Officer,” Leah said sarcastically as she snatched it from
his hand.
As the officer moved down the stairs, Leah looked over at her neighbor
as she was turning to head back to her room. Leah smiled a big smile at her,
flipped her off with both hands, and then slammed the door as loudly as
possible.
“Thanks, Pagne, just what I needed.” She glared at her sweet face and grumbled, “Worthless brat.”
Leah had decided when Champagne was a year old that she did not deserve the
name Champagne. She hadn’t improved Leah’s life, but had complicated it. Leah
called her Pagne, pronounced as “Pain.” The fact that Pagne was showing signs
of freckles to go with the red hair from her nameless father didn’t help
either. Leah hated freckles with a passion. She plopped down on the ratty couch
that folded out to their bed and turned on the TV, filling a tumbler with wine.
~~~
Leah’s lust for drinking didn’t allow her to survive on the meager
assistance she received, so she’d begun hooking again shortly after Pagne was
born. Pagne’s childhood was a whirlwind of her mother’s customers, late nights,
and the consequences of being the child of an alcoholic. One thing was
consistent, an anchor that Pagne could rely on, her mother’s total disregard
for her. As time passed, Pagne had no choice but to be self-sufficient. She
kept herself clean, got herself ready for school, and made sure the trash in
the room didn’t pile up too high.
When Pagne was eight years old, Adam Williams was her mother’s new
flavor of the month … good looking, funny and he actually had a job, a nice
change for Leah. Adam always brought a bottle of quality champagne for her and
Jack Daniels for him. A few drinks, some laughs and then “Good lovin’,” as her
mother would say. Leah considered him a boyfriend, so she didn’t charge him for
her company. Pagne learned to keep out of the way when Adam or other men were
there. The close quarters of the motel room made it difficult, but Pagne would
lock the bathroom door and climb into the tub, pretending she was in a boat
heading to a strange new land.
She would also read with a passion. She loved stories about fairies,
faraway places, or brave characters who saved the day. She read whatever she
could bring home from school. Her mom certainly wouldn’t bother to take her to
the library or buy a book. When the tub was too disgusting to get into, Pagne
would pile up dirty laundry on the floor and make a nest. The width of the
floor space fit her and her nest perfectly. She wished the walls were more
sound proof though. The loud laughing and sexual noises from the other room
made it hard for her to read, pretend, or sleep. Pagne wasn’t sure what they
were doing, but she felt uncomfortable hearing them. Sometimes, the men Leah
brought home would hit her. Pagne knew to stay very quiet. She didn’t want them
to know she was there. Some mornings, Leah’s face would be swollen and bruised.
When Pagne would look at her with concern, Leah would shrug and say, “Comes
with the territory.”
Adam never hit her mom. He would always bring Pagne a toy or some candy
when he came over. He was nice enough, but something made her uneasy about him.
He didn’t do anything bad, but he always wanted Pagne to sit on his lap. She
didn’t like it and she wasn’t sure why. Even her mom didn’t like it. Leah would
jerk Pagne off of his lap and plop herself down instead, giving Pagne the evil
eye. Leah didn’t realize how grateful Pagne was that she had removed her from
the awkward situation.
Even at the age of eight, Pagne was independent. She could get her own
breakfast and lunch, toaster pastries or cold cereal. It wasn’t so bad when the
milk hadn’t soured, but usually she ate the cereal dry. She got free hot
lunches at school when she started first grade. Leah wasn’t hungry until late
evening, since she drank her meals during the day. She would throw something
together for dinner, but in her drunken stupor, usually burned it. Pagne didn’t
eat much. She didn’t talk much either and doctors thought it was because of
Leah’s frequent drinking during her pregnancy. But, according to Pagne, she
just didn’t have anything much to say.
One hot summer evening, Leah drank herself into another stupor and
passed out on the bathroom floor, leaving Pagne alone with Adam. He grinned at
her and turned on some cartoons. Their TV only had three channels. Luckily, one
was cartoons... most of the time. Pagne loved cartoons. She could watch them
all day and pretend she lived in the TV where she could fly like a super hero.
Adam sat down in the old recliner and motioned for Pagne to come over to him.
When she came close, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her
onto his lap.
“Your mommy is outta service, so maybe Adam and Pagne can have some fun?
You wanna play with me, sweetheart?” Her instincts told her it wasn’t good.
Adam’s breath stunk from the liquor. She felt his arms tighten around her.
Pagne began to whimper and tried to pull away. Adam was whispering and
sputtering spit into her ear.
“Be quiet. I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me, you’ll like it ... well,
I will.” She felt one hand on her
leg and the other sliding up her belly, lifting up her t-shirt. Pagne brought
her leg up and slammed it down hard, kicking him in the shin with her heel. He
grabbed her even tighter, squeezing her painfully. She kicked his shin again
and this time he let go. As he grabbed at his leg, Pagne was able to slip off of
his lap and head to the front door. Adam jumped out of the chair and lunged at
her, screaming with anger and pain. He was behind her and grabbed her arms. It
hurt terribly and she began kicking and screaming. Her screams woke Leah who
came stumbling into the room, yelling for Adam to shut the brat up. She was
confused when she saw Adam and Pagne struggling by the door.
“What is going on?” She
bellowed.
Adam released Pagne and spun around to face Leah. “Nuthin’, kid just
went nuts on me, she tried to run away.” It took a few minutes for Leah’s
drunken brain to absorb the situation.
“So, my little Pagne didn’t wanna play with you huh?” Leah showed no reaction as she tried to
remain standing. She managed to focus on Pagne’s face and gave her the most
hateful glare Pagne had ever seen. Pagne pulled open the front door and ran
out, tears filling her eyes and clouding her vision. Through her tears, Pagne
thought she saw white wings fluttering around her, then blackness.
When Pagne woke up, she hurt all over. Every part of her was bruised and
sore. Her head was pounding with pain. She could hear voices, but she didn’t
want to open her eyes. She could hear a sweet lady’s voice speaking to her at
times. She was curious about the woman, but decided it was better to pretend
that she was somewhere else. Sleep, she just wanted to sleep. It didn’t hurt so
bad when she slept. In her dreams, she could fly with wonderful white wings as
others flew around her, laughing,
dipping, and gliding.
Pagne woke up to her mother’s voice, speaking close to her ear. “You
gotta wake up. What am I going to do with a brain-dead kid? I can’t deal with this Pagne. Wake up
now!” Pagne opened her eyes and looked at her mother. Her face was not haggard
and worn from worry, but the familiar face of someone hung over. Leah’s breath
reeked of wine. “Well it’s about time. What took you so long... sweetheart?”
Sweetheart was thrown in for the benefit of the nurse who had just walked in.
“Me and Adam have been worried sick. You scared your mama something awful.” As
the nurse finished her duties and left the room, Leah moved in closer and
whispered. “Pagne, they think Adam hurt you. We both know that’s a big fat lie,
right? The police are going to
talk to you. Mommy can’t lose Adam, baby. You gotta fix this.”
Later that day, several officers and a very nervous, skinny woman named
Miss Lament, came into Pagne’s room. The officers tried to be friendly and
brought a teddy bear with them. It was very cute and Pagne found it oddly
comforting to hug. Miss Lament, who didn’t smile and had very tiny, beady eyes,
was trying to ask Pagne what had happened with Adam. Pagne decided she didn’t
have anything to say. She knew that Adam was a bad man, but even at her tender
age, Pagne intuitively understood that it was her mother’s truth. Leah needed
him.
The officers and Miss Lament left frustrated. Her mother had been
waiting in the hall and slipped in. “Good girl. Now we just have to convince
the judge. We’re going to move in with Adam once this whole mess is cleared up.
He’s going to take care of both of us. Won’t that be nice? We’ll be a family
real soon!” Pagne didn’t respond.
“We hit the jackpot, baby,” cooed Leah.
That evening, the sweet-talking nurse was on duty. She took Pagne’s
temperature and adjusted her tubing. While she worked, she talked softly to
Pagne, assuring her that she would be fine. As she turned to leave, Pagne
grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. The nurse, who’s nametag said “Mrs.
Greenly,” looked into Pagne’s eyes. She saw fear and worry in them. She asked,
“What’s wrong, hon? You in pain?”
Pagne took a deep breath and spoke in a whisper for the first time since
waking up.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Oh honey, no one has told you what’s going on? Well, I’m not sure why, but you ran out
your front door and then you fell down three flights of cement stairs. You
broke your leg and your arm, cracked your head, and have lots of bumps and
bruises. You are very lucky that you didn’t hurt yourself even worse. I believe
you have a guardian angel, dear. Yep, an angel that cushioned your fall. We all
have an angel, you know. Talk to mine sometimes, when I’m sad or scared. You
should thank your angel for protecting you. They have a thankless job!”
Pagne asked when she would be going home. “You should be able to go home
in a few days,” the nurse answered. Pagne began to weep softly. “Oh sweetheart,
that’s not that far away.” The nurse looked into Pagne’s face and realized this
was something different. “Don’t you want to go home?” Pagne just closed her eyes and let go of the sweet nurses
hand.
After she left, Pagne whispered quietly, “Thank you.” She did see wings,
she was sure of it.
~~~
Pagne lay in her bed, a cast on her right arm, a cast on her left leg,
bandages here and there, and a dull headache as Leah filled out all the
paperwork for her release. Leah looked at the prescriptions for Pagne and was
grumbling that nothing was strong enough to do her much good. “The least they
could do is give us Valium,” Leah complained. Several nurses entered the room
and helped Pagne into a wheelchair. Pagne’s doctor and a police officer walked
into the room. “Now, Miss Crenshaw, there are some requirements you must meet
to have your daughter home with you,” said the officer. “This Adam Williams is
not to be within 300 yards of your daughter or your residence.”
“But he didn’t do anything,” Leah insisted.
“That might be, but until the judge makes his determination, the
restraining order is in effect,” the officer responded.
“Yes, of course,” Leah snapped.
Pagne’s doctor stepped toward Leah and began speaking. “Here is the
treatment plan for Champagne’s after care. Her therapy is crucial if she is to
have a full recovery. I also want to stress that she will need a balanced,
healthy diet and a safe, clean environment. Obviously, the stairs will present
a safety issue. Have you made arrangements for assistance?”
“Yes, I have taken care of everything,” She lied.
“Mrs. Crenshaw, a child services worker will be checking in,” reminded
the officer.
“Yes, I know, another person telling me what to do. Can we leave now?”
“Yes, you may. But remember, your court appearance is at three o’clock
today. We will remove Champagne from your care if you fail to appear.”
“Yes, I know, I know,” replied Leah, disrespecting the officer.
The nurses put Pagne into the cab for the ride home while Leah had a
cigarette. Once her nicotine fix was satisfied, she climbed into the cab next
to Pagne. She shot the nurses a hard glare when their faces revealed their
disapproval of her indifference. Pagne sat quietly while Leah went on and on
about their new life with Adam. Leah talked about how Adam really cared about
them, how happy they would all be together, and how Adam would bring money into
the house. Leah finally shut up and drifted into her fantasy of a wonderful
future with Adam.
Pagne considered telling her mother what Adam had done, but she was a
smart girl. She knew there was no point. Her mother already knew. When they got
to the hotel, Leah struggled to get Pagne upstairs, cursing with each step.
Once inside the room, Pagne looked around and wasn’t surprised to see that
nothing the doctor had listed was done. Pagne hopped over to the couch and sat
in silence.
“Wanna toaster pastry, doll? Know how much you love them.” Pagne shook
her head and turned on the TV.
A few minutes later, there was a tap on the door. Leah opened it and
Adam’s head popped in.
“Hey, my two favorite girls. Just wanted to stop by and bring Pagne a
get well gift.”
It was a tin of mints from the liquor store down the street and
a car air freshener in the shape of a rose.
“What did you bring mama?” asked Leah with a little girl voice and a
giggle. Adam slipped a big bottle of champagne around the door.
“Can I come in for awhile?” he asked.
“No baby, not till the court says it’s okay. My neighbor next door has
big ears and eyes. This should all be resolved this afternoon. You gotta be
patient.” Leah laughed as Adam tried to grope her through the opening. “We’ll
all be together soon,” assured Leah. Adam looked over at Pagne and winked with
a disgusting lick of his lips.
“Okay, but I miss you guys. Good to have you back with us, Pagne.” Pagne
turned the TV volume up and ignored him.
“She’ll warm up to ya, baby, just give her some time. I’ll call when I
get out of court.” Leah closed the door, giggling. She looked over at Pagne.
Pagne could feel Leah’s eyes on her, but she refused to respond.
~~~
Pagne was very nervous sitting in the courtroom, waiting to find out
what the judges decision would be. Everyone was so serious, except her mother.
She whispered insulting comments about everyone. Sticks up their “you know
what’s” and other such childish remarks. When it was their turn to appear
before the judge, Leah bounced up, flicking her hair. Once she was up at the
front, she suddenly seemed to realize that Pagne was still struggling to get
out of her seat. She smiled and loudly proclaimed, “It’s okay baby, Mommy is
here.” She went back and very graciously helped Pagne into the aisle. Her
performance impressed Pagne. Once she made it to the front, Pagne sat at the
table facing the judge.
Leah began by explaining that the whole thing had been a
misunderstanding. She explained that Pagne had been throwing a temper-tantrum
and Adam was trying to keep her from running out of the room. When the judge
asked if she was in the room at the time, she admitted that she was not. She was
suffering from one of her migraines and was lying on the bathroom floor for
relief. “The cool tile is soothing,” she explained.
They called forward Pagne’s doctor and he described the extensive
bruising on Pagne’s thighs, chest, and arms. In the photos he presented,
handprints were clearly visible. Leah did not have any explanation for the
bruises. The judge looked at Pagne and asked if she had anything she wanted to
say. Pagne just looked out the window at the beautiful blue sky, wishing she
could fly away.
The lawyer representing Pagne’s interests made a good case that the
events before her fall were clearly assault and possibly molestation. The judge
agreed and ordered the restraining order to stand, pending further
investigation. Adam was taken in and interrogated by the police after Pagne was
admitted to the hospital. He wasn’t arrested, but he did have a court
date.
Leah went into a rage. “This is ridiculous. You are punishing a good
man, my man, for something that was very innocent. This isn’t fair,” she yelled.
“Well, Miss Crenshaw, if you want to have your daughter in your home,
you must honor the restraining order. If you disregard the order, Champagne
will be placed in the care of the state until this case is resolved,” responded
the judge with obvious distain.
“Well, I don’t think me and Adam should have to suffer because of this
brat’s behavior. We have a life to start. You guys can deal with her until this
mess is cleaned up,” Leah said as she looked at Pagne in disgust. Leah then
turned and walked out of the courtroom.
Everyone stood there in shock. No one knew what to say or do. Pagne
hobbled over to the window and allowed one tear to roll down her face, just
one. Then she looked to the skies and flew far away.
Helping Others Through Writing
By Karen Arnpriester
As a mature woman, the desire to write was
ignited in my spirit. I can’t tell you why now, but I know that it has
become a very real part of who I am. My life has been filled with trials and
difficulties, just as everyone else’s. I made big mistakes, learned life
lessons and survived. I came to realize that my life lessons could be put to
pen and encourage others that are traveling the same paths.
My first book Anessia’s Quest was purely fictional. Children in the foster care
system have always tugged at my heart. So much so, that I became a foster mom,
adopting our two daughters and fostering more. I also struggled with the point
of life, what purpose do we serve? Does it matter that I existed? Foster
children and questions about life prompted the subject of my book. I only had a
beginning and an end for my story. The rest of the book was an emotional
journey that I traveled through as I wrote. The characters and events flowed in
as the story evolved. When I was finished, I knew that I would reach the hearts
of readers and encourage them to consider the ripple they generate with each
response and gesture. It also healed a part of me, knowing that each of us is
born with divine intent.
My faith in God had been a battle from the age of eighteen to forty. I decided many times to be an atheist but God had connected me to Him in ways I could not ignore. When I began writing Raider’s Vendetta, I did not see the connection to my own life until the story was finished. I realized that I was Raider and Charley, the mature Christian woman in the story. The pain, anger, discovery and resolution were mine. There was a sense of freedom that came with the completion of Raider’s Vendetta. I realized that God had provided me with answers that I could share for some of the difficult questions that kept me separate from Him. There are still answers I seek, but I trust that I will find peace and understanding at the chosen time.
My third book, Leadbottom, is my life. I was not equipped to write this story, not
at first, but I know that this is the book I am supposed to write. Anessaia’s Quest was sticking my toes in
the water, Raider’s Vendetta was
floating without assistance, and Leadbottom
is jumping off the high dive. I struggle with how truthful to be. Do I want my
children and grandchildren to know all the dark secrets I protected for so
long? Most everyone encourages me to be transparent and honest. The more honest
I am, the more profound the story of healing will be, but it is my heart on
those pages, my shame, and my guilt. Yes, it may inspire, encourage and even
educate, but at what price? I tell myself that God knows all my stuff and He
forgives me. It doesn’t matter what mortal man thinks, but as I come to events
in my story, I think about how I will be seen. Will readers judge or be
thankful that someone said it out loud.
So, for now, Leadbottom will be fiction, inspired by a true story. Not even the
people closest to me will know exactly what is true and what it contrived. The
names will be changed to protect the guilty, including myself. Writing Leadbottom is scary and I ask myself why
continue, but I know that this story, my story is my divine intent. I can bring
the damage of bullying out into the open so that others might identify the pain
and self-loathing in themselves or their loved ones. I am praying that they
will seek healing and God’s grace to know their value and cherish who they are.
Who knows, when I’m done, it may be non-fiction.
I encourage those of you who have allowed the
idea of writing to dance through your imagination to step out onto the floor.
You may only entertain yourself, but you could bring hope to others lost in the
struggle of life.
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Author Bio:
Karen Slimick Arnpriester is a
Christian fiction author (Anessia’s Quest and Raider’s Vendetta) who writes
about real life conflict and struggles. Her stories do not sugarcoat the trials
that humanity must endure, whether is it abuse, abandonment, addictions or the
need to discover the purpose of life. Karen wants to challenge the reader to
evaluate their beliefs and where God fits into their lives. The stories are
sprinkled with blessings from Heaven in the form of angels, miracles and God’s
divine intent. Karen’s next release, Leadbottom, is a story of bullying
inspired from a true story. Mrs. Arnpriester resides in Manteca, California and
is a wife, mother, grandmother and adoptive mother of her foster daughters.
While writing is her passion, she also owns a successful graphic art business,
Karen's Koncepts.
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