MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL - BILLY COY (ebook reader 7 inch TXT) 📗

fact is that our bad morals, cultures and the things we’ve created as humans are responsible for the countless deaths every micro-second of this life.

So, think about it my friend and stop raising your head up in the sky, away from wisdom and rebuke, as if it will never be


lowered down to nothing. That brings me back to women, you guys (women) need not to be blinded by the desires of this world that only make you seem bitchy, so needy, so wasted, degenerated, out of line and ready to be caught, just like fish from any waters, and be eaten for lunch or dinner, never to be heard of ever again, and, true it is, there’re many fish in the sea, but why don’t you be the shark or the whale or the ever exceptional one that can never be easily caught by any Tom and John or taken for granted?

Women today are partly responsible for the evils that men do to them. Below is why:

1. Why wear so slutty and bitchy?
2. Why act so wild when in an executive position?
3. Why let desires make you a prostitute?
4. Why love money more than you love your life or the people that would matter most in your life?
5. Why run after the wind, yet in a few years you will be in menopause, and when you look back, you still have nothing? You never found what you were always running after with all your bodily energy.
6. Why make your image a bad picture that always attracts
bad spectators and companion/bad-company? Company that eventually hurts and kills you, inside/out.
7. Why ignore signs of doom, for short time pleasure, treasure
and leisure, just because desire has blinded you?
8. Why ignore advice and correction, and act “wise” yet a total fool?
9. Why waste your life straining to be like others, yet you’re always you? Why hate yourself without realizing it? Living in denial and living a lie.


10. Why cry and nobody ever hears your cry? Take off the mask you’ve worn for a very long time; stop being superficial.

Those questions of “why” and more my dear sisters, you should analyze and find answers to them, so as to better your life. I won’t think for you, think for yourself, you’re yourself and only you can change you, though you can always seek for advice and correction to direct you in the right path.

If you clearly look at it and analyze those questions, you will come to know why men have become so wild against women, and why they cannot protect them anymore; if wild cats and wild dogs collide, I bet you know what would happen, real disaster! That’s the world of women and men living in this so called “modern world.”

Anyway, whatever you attract will come to you: if it’s bad, you will get bad, and vice versa. You definitely always get what you plant; if you plant bean seeds, you will definitely reap bean seeds, and remember, even those bean seeds have quality in them. Though they all still remain beans, quality matters!

It’s never right for us men to hurt women that we were naturally created to protect from all harm. And therefore, every man that hurts a woman unlawfully or out of evil intension, should rot in jail or be persecuted in the coldest way possible.`

Women are flowers in our lives, so we should always water them, for them to always blossom. If we don’t, they will dry and die off in thin air.

Jennifer Brown, a little girl born in a happy wealthy family. She had two siblings (a boy and a girl). Both her parents were mostly fond of her because she was a very smart kid both at school and


out of it. She was a kind, sweet, honest and very lovely beautiful girl. She was everything a parent would love their child to be, and everything a man would ever want in a woman per se. But did she live to be the best in life that she was destined to be, practically NO.

Life began to get ugly and hell for her the time she made fifteen. She had grown into a really attractive young girl and always won beauty contests at her high school and in her home town. She was a true beauty with a lot of good purpose ahead of her in life. But unfortunately, she always cursed her fifteenth birth day because that’s when all hell broke loose for her.

Her father was a well educated gentleman; a respected businessman, and more to that, a very kind and generous man who always donated to the church, charity causes and many other communal benefit fundraisings. He was a man of no fault! But sorry to our blind eyes and the things we never see or really know about people. Not every white shirt is good for every occasion; that’s what this fellow was like. He was a nice guy in the light, but behind the curtains he was abusing his sweet daughter, making her life a living hell.

At fifteen, actually on her birthday, Jennifer realized her father’s approaches towards her change: he kept patting on her behind (butts) all through the party, whenever he got the chance or when he was next to her; and more to the fire, he always said to her weird complimentary words whenever he made those disturbing stealthy touches and caresses on her behind. These are some of the words he said to her: “You’ve grown up so beautifully my daughter, your boyfriend is a lucky guy,” “Your mother must be so proud of what you’ve physically inherited from her,” “You’re so hot my daughter, any man would desire


you.” Of course he was including himself on the list too, though in disguise.

Anyway, it was so over done in one day that Jennifer got so suspicious, but she never took it serious because this guy was her real dad, maybe he was just being supportive, so did she naively think and always just laughed off her father’s queer moves.

From that day of the party, life went on, and after a month in her fifteenth year in life, Jennifer was a more worshipped princess by her dad: he started buying her gifts for even no good reason at all, and ignoring her young siblings who in other words, still needed dad’s love more.

He (Jennifer’s dad) began showing her love in an obsessed way that her mother complained about it, because her siblings were so left out, but Jennifer’s father never heed to his wife’s caution. And for Jennifer, she never acted like dad’s most loved in any way; she let it be and just continued loving her mother and siblings as normal and necessary as she had done before.

Her father always wanted her by his side; he took her out to important and fun places as much as he could; she enjoyed the moment because she always thought it was just good time with dad.

Even when it was the whole family out for fun, Jennifer always remained her father’s biggest attention. He (Jennifer’s father) also, always, secretly took Jennifer out on short trips and tours. To her it was more of dad wanting to have his teenage daughter more in his life, to educate and give advice and correction that would guide her through life, and definitely, that’s how he always acted and said whenever they were together. So Jennifer


never really suspected anything to be amiss, but this damn schemer of a father she had, had a mission to accomplish; he was just being patient and probably looking for the right time to start doing his dirt.

On One windy and cold night when Jennifer and her dad where from watching a movie, she got a horror of her life that she never told about but just let it rot her inside for the remainder part of her life. That night, Instead of following the route back home, her father branched off in a nearby bushy area; with her already filled with fear and trembling, she was dragged out of the car by her once “so sweet and loving dad” and with her knickers already ripped out by force, she was mercilessly raped by her own dad. That left her so dirty, numb and paralyzed.

He thereafter took her back home, everybody else in the house was already fast asleep; he showered her, clothed her in clean clothing and got rid of the evidence clothes. He even got her in bed and tacked her in; all through this she never said a single word or put up any resistance, only tears continued running down her already swollen eyes.

She spent a week without going to school and her father defended her from her mother’s wrath, when she tried to get her to go to school. After that week of worry and silence, Jennifer went back to school, but her life, beauty, joy and living was never like before; she turned into a boring, so reserved and strange freak at home and to all her peers at school.

Everything around her was strange and nobody understood what was going on, in her, but herself. Her father had threatened her that if she ever told what had happened that night in the bushes, he would kill himself and she would lose a father and even the whole family would then have no financial


support, and so they would struggle and suffer. For the sake of her father and family’s wellbeing Jennifer silently died away in pain, agony and so much hurt.

To cut the long story short, her “so filthy and dirty father” had not had enough, he didn’t stop at that first time raping his daughter, he turned her into his secret sex slave; he slept with her everywhere in their house, even in his marital bedroom when the rest of the family was away; he slept with her in motels, gardens, toilets and everywhere he could get to her alone and could satisfy his evil sexual desires.

Jennifer was suffering silently and getting wasted; she was no longer herself in mind or living; she stopped using make-up, dressing well; she lost friends, became so reserved. And her father was always there to defend her from every attack of complain about her deteriorating life from her mother.

She (Jennifer) also, later, turned to drugs for relief and was taken to rehab by her parents, but she managed to escaped from there after realizing that she was pregnant; she went and told her father about it and he straight away told her to abort. Unfortunately, she died while aborting; she lost a lot of blood due to her tender age and having used a lot of