COMING SOON!

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Kennessey Kiarra had the perfect life, but she quickly discovers that everything that glitters isn’t gold.

Her mother disappears in the dead of the night and quickly thrusts Kennessey into adulthood. Bills are due, depression invades her veins, and she finds herself responsible for herself and her younger sister, Kyndall. 

Kennessey struggles to keep her head above water while trying to quench an insatiable thirst. Her obsession proves to be more of a problem than relief for her, though.

 

Will she find a way to thrive, or will her ravenous thirst consume her?

My name is Kennessey Kiarra. That’s pronounced exactly how you pronounced it—Like Hennessy but spelled with a “K.” If you want to know why I was conveniently named after some dark liquor, ask my drunk ass, sorry ass excuse for a mother. You’ll see her before I do. Kimberly flew the coop years ago. It was a day that I’ll never forget. Two days before my twentieth birthday, and it’s engraved in my mind for the rest of my life. I am twenty-six now, and the wound is still fresh. I try to cover it up, but the fact is nothing works. I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, but I was too afraid of turning into Kimberly. That didn’t work for me. I rolled blunt after blunt hoping to inhale something that made me feel better and exhale the pain. That didn’t work for me either. I found comfort in one thing, and that one thing would eventually become my downfall. I developed an insatiable thirst for it, but eventually like everything else in life I was left high and dry. I kept trying, though. Don’t judge me. I’m sure you have some skeletons in your closet, too. Hell, we’ve all done some things we aren’t proud of. I just didn’t know when to stop.

           

My story is one of trials, tribulation, and pain. It is raw and real, so if you cannot handle that I’ll let you know now that this is not the one for you. I’m not going to sugarcoat shit because no one ever sugar-coated shit for me. I started in the mud and still find my way back there every now and again. It’s all I know, and it’s all I’m used to. I can’t help it. I’ll start this story at the beginning, so bear with me. Shit went left from the day Kimberly decided she was done being a mother. She left me and my younger sister, Kyndall to fend for ourselves. Who decides that they no longer want to be a parent? Who decides to check out of life, pack up, pick up, and start over? Kimberly muthafucking Jackson—that’s who. She left without a goodbye or fuck you, so fuck her!

           

My strength started the day she left. I had no choice. That’s where I’ll start. Buckle up this is going to be a wild and crazy ride…. Let’s get it!

SNEAK PEEK

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