Thursday, July 16, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 7

Emma's in the hospital for the night, and Sam's allowed to stay with her. He asks Rosalee not to let her parents see her, unless she's there.

He went back to Emma's room. She was curled on her side, sound asleep. He kissed her fondly on the forehead before he went to get a shower. He was dressed in pajama bottoms, walking out of the bathroom, when her parents arrived. Rosalee and Dr. Rivers were with them. To say that they were stunned to see Sammy there, was an understatement.

"Were you planning to tell us you'd kidnapped our daughter, Samuel?"

Her father was such a pompous ass, Sam could hardly control his temper. Clenching his fists, he stood his ground between the bathroom and the padded window seat he would be using for a bed.

"He didn't kidnap her," Rosalee interjected. "He saved her from a difficult situation."

"You were there? You saw this amazing rescue?" her father snapped.

"I saw how she looked when he brought her in. She's drugged out of her mind, she was raped...."

"My daughter hasn't been raped," her mother answered quietly.

"What do you call it when she's had intercourse against her will?" Rosalee asked her pointedly.

"My daughter's a virgin...."

Sammy scoffed. "Yeah, tell me another story I might believe in about a hundred years. Like your husband isn't a pervert, and you aren't a closet drunk."

"I won't stand here and be insulted," Emma's mother turned pale.

"Fine. See ya." Sam walked over to the window and lay down with a blanket over him.

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" she appealed to the room.

Rosalee looked at Emma's father. "I don't know about you," she said calmly. "But I intend to let him. Sam has had a lot to say about Emma's situation. I think it's only fair to warn you that I've contacted child services."

"She's eighteen," her father insisted. "What can they do?"

"With luck, look into a history of abuse spanning the last eight years. I don't think the statute of limitations has run out on that. In fact, I'm sure it hasn't. You'd better hire a good lawyer, sir. When this goes to court, you'll need one."

"His reputation will be ruined! You can't! I insist you stop this now!" Emma's mother cried.

Rosalee drew herself up to her full and impressive height, towering over Emma's parents. "I know you didn't just say that to me. Because if you did, I would have to indicate, rather pointedly, your part in this. Denying the obvious, closing your eyes to his actions, doing nothing because you're embarrassed? I don't know which of you I hold more responsible. You are both reprehensible."

The parents left in a huff, not even trying to take their daughter with them. Dr. Rivers tapped Rosalee's knuckles with a proud grin.

"You get some sleep now, precious," Rosalee said softly. She gave Sammy a kiss on the forehead and left.

Breakfast came far earlier than Sam was prepared for. Emma wasn't awake, and he knew she'd never eat it anyway, so he ate the food instead. It was the first real meal he'd had in days. Not that he'd ever been terribly picky, but he had to admit that hospital food was almost inedible. Before going off shift, both Rosalee and Dr. Rivers came up to visit.

"Transportation will be here at three to take you to the facility," Dr. Rivers told him. "So if there are any calls you want to make, do so before then."

Sammy shrugged. "I might call Grant," he said. "Of all the guys we know, he's like the only one who gives a shit about either of us. Word will get around soon enough, where we are."

"Are you alright with this?" Rosalee knew how easily some teens got embarrassed about rehab.

"Maybe when our friends hear we're trying to clean up, they will too. I see it as a good thing," Sam said, sounding far more mature than his age.

"You're a good man," Rosalee said. "Too young to have such responsibilities. When they allow you to use the phone, you'll call me?"

"That's a promise. Thanks, Rosalee." He engulfed her a hug. "Doc, you're a pretty cool guy. Thank you."

"We got off to a bad start, Sam. My fault for making assumptions. They'll let me come check on you from time to time. Is that okay?"

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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 6

The doctor decides to Baker Act Emma. Rosalee offers to put Sam into treatment, too.

She didn't ask for details. "When you're in treatment, that will change. They don't allow—"

He laughed sharply. "Rosalee, I can control myself for a few weeks. Jesus, I'm not a lech. Just sometimes, when she's not messed up, when she can really be herself.... I love her. And sometimes I've got to show her, you know?"

"I know, honey lamb."

"And I'm the one guy she does because she wants to." His voice and expression softened. "Not because she's forced to, or because she's doing it in exchange for drugs, or she's too messed up to know. Because she wants me—Me." He slapped his chest hard for emphasis.

"Don't you think you should call your foster parents?"

"Why. They don't care what I do. It doesn't matter."

"Have you done treatment before?"

"No. My friends have. It may be rough, but it's better than this. I can't live this way anymore, and neither can she."

"I'll tell Clifton to do two sets of paperwork."

"Clifton has already started on the paperwork," the doctor said. He had come out so quietly, they hadn't heard him. "I figured while I was at it, I'd give Sam the chance."

"Thank you. We can do it if we're together. I don't think Em could make it on her own."

"How about you?" The doctor asked, curious about this tortured young man.

"Me?" He grinned. "I can do anything I have to, Doc. I always have." Except to leave Emma. That was something he could never do.

"The program I want to send you to is new. It uses some of the tried and true methods, but it has some other aspects that are experimental. Is that okay with you?"

"As long as it helps us."

Once the paperwork was completed, Dr. Rivers contacted the facility. He allowed Sam to spend the night at the hospital with Emma, but insisted he call his foster family and get clean clothing, and personal items that he would need for the night. They arrived 20 minutes later, flustered and upset.

"Sammy, it's three o'clock in the morning," his foster mother scolded. "You know Ray has to get up early."

"I'm sorry, Betty. I'll be out of your hair soon. I'm going into treatment with Emma."

They didn't know what to say. To his surprise, Betty flung her arms around him and cried.

"I'm so darn proud of you! You know if you need anything while you're there, you just let us know."

Ray shook his hand. "You're a good kid, Sam. You need some help, that's all. I been saying that all along."

"Thanks, both of you. I appreciate you bringing this by."

"You take care, honey. And you take good care of that little girlfriend of yours. She's a sweet kid. Just needs someone to look after her," Betty babbled as her husband tried to lead her out. She darted back, giving Sam another hug and a kiss before her husband could get her to leave.

"That was unexpected," Sam smirked. "I honestly didn't think they gave a damn."

"Perhaps their insistence that you rely on them, was founded in a concern for your welfare?"

"Maybe. Thanks, Rosalee. You've been a big help."

"I will have to call her parents, you know."

"Yeah. But please, don't let them see her, unless you're there. Because they will bully and browbeat her until she agrees to go home. She can't go home right now."

"I'll do my best."

"Thank you." He hugged her, delighting in the fond embrace.

"You're welcome, honey lamb. Get a shower and get some sleep."

"I will. Thanks."

©2020 Dellani Oakes

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Saturday, July 11, 2020

Books & Entertainment Radio Presents Dellani's Tea Time with Jenny, Jon and Karen!

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It's summer time and folks are flocking to the beach, the mountains, and anywhere else they can go (at least in their minds—there's a pandemic). Books are a great way to carry you away on your stay-cation. My guests today range from fascinating autobiographies, to out of this world fantasy, to murder most foul. Join us Monday, July 13 from 4-6 PM Eastern when we chat with three incredible authors!

JS Burke

J. S. Burke is the creator of the award-winning Dragon Dreamer series: Science Fantasy Adventure with flying dragons and an undersea world. Burke has worked as an author, artist, and marine biologist, studying creatures of the dark abyss and diving on coral reefs. The author lives in Georgia with family and rescue pets. Burke loves chocolate and so do the dragons!
The Dragon Dreamer series grew from years at sea, a fascination with the alien, intelligent octopuses, and a love of dragons. These stories blend imagination with real science and author experiences. The deadly sea storm that threatens Arak, a young dragon, is one Burke survived. This series of young adult books is for age 9 and older. "Fantasy Snowflakes Coloring Book" has original, hand-drawn snowflake mandalas inspired by the Dragon Dreamer series. J.S. Burke is the author of The Dragon Dreamer and Dragon Lightning and Fantasy Snowflakes Coloring Book.

jon magee

Jon Magee was born in 1951 at RAF Cosford, in Shropshire, England into a nomadic family. His father served in the British Royal Air Force as a Medical Secretary, and so did he for 10 years as an Electronic Technician working on Aircraft communications. Consequently, by the time he reached the age of 30 he had never lived anywhere more than 3 years maximum, and was in 14 schools by the time he had completed his secondary education.
The result is that he has lived through many of the milestones of late 20th Century history: in the 1950's he was in Singapore during the Chinese riots, 1960/62 was in Germany at the height of the cold war, 1966/67 was in Aden (Yemen)as a teenager in the midst of the conflict and terrorism of the time and the British evacuation. As an adult, Jon Magee arrived in Malta as the Maltese Prime Minister decided he did not like the British, and then he went to Cyprus with his new wife, Joan, 1973 - 1975, in time for the Military coup and Turkish invasions of 1974.
He is married to Joan and have 3 daughters, 2 sons, and 5 grandchildren, and now serves as Baptist minister in Scotland, as well as serving as a Chaplain in various schools and industrial establishments.
As an author, his writings reflect that nomadic early life, and brings out the realism of what it is like to live at the heart of the conflicts in the world in a way that is only possible having personal experience of the situations. In addition to writing for magazines and local newspapers, Jon is the author of "From Barren Rocks ... to Living Stones" and "Paradise Island, Heavenly Journey".

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Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough, Ontario with her husband Jim. Karen started her literary journey in 2005 when she was home on sick leave and was tired of starting at the four walls or twiddling her thumbs. An idea for what would become Dead on Arrival popped in to her head and the feisty 30 something character Laura wouldn't leave her alone til her story was written. Laura took a break from pestering the poor author, so she could write a free-standing novel Dead Comic Standing. Soon Laura was on the campaign to get Karen back to what would become the Laura and Gerry series. It now has 7 books, the latest being Dead to Writes. Karen is the proud mom of one, step-mom of 4 grown kids, and 2 grandchildren. While not writing her fingers to the bone she hosts Writers Round Table the second Tuesday of each month. She is also a partner with Viv Drewa in Owl & Pussycat Promotions, promoting independent authors. Karen is a standup comedian who does her routine for local talent nights and loves reading, crafts and drawing.
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Thursday, July 09, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 5

The doctor finally calms down, realizing that Rosalee is right about Sam.

"She's only seventeen, Sam. Her parents have to make that decision."

"She's eighteen. Her birthday was earlier this month. Guess how she celebrated." He stared at each adult in turn. "She got drunk and stoned and ended up here, after trying to kill herself. Remember?"

Doctor Rivers did remember. He had almost put her in a program then, but her parents objected.

He examined the man-child in front of him. Sam was about six feet tall, too thin, but muscular. His brown hair was long and sleek with bushy sideburns and scruffy beard. His pale blue eyes held pain and the wisdom of ages. He was fragile, but there was a core of steel inside that forced him to stand straight and meet the doctor's scrutiny with incredible dignity.

"Okay. I'll start the paperwork."

When he walked out, Sam sighed with relief, almost collapsing on in on himself.

"Life is not always about a fight, Sam," Rosalee said quietly.

Sam didn't look at Rosalee, just stared at the closed door. "Mine is." He walked to the waiting room.

Rosalee followed him. "Would you like to go with her?"

"Go where?"

"For treatment. We can arrange it. Do you want to go?"

"I can't pay."

"The state will pay, since you're in foster care."

His face brightened. "Can I really go?"

"You will have to follow the rules. Not cause trouble."

"I don't cause trouble, Rosalee. Trouble kind of finds me. She needs this."

"You need it just as much."


"And you need Emma."

Sam shuffled, hands deep in the back pockets of his tattered, dirty jeans. Faded hoodie over a baggy T-shirt couldn't hide the fact that he was too thin.


"I see it in everything you do. And I suspect she needs you, too."

"Emma needs a keeper," he confessed.

"And it was you she called."

"It always is. Ever since she was ten and her dad—after he started in on her.... It's always been me she turned to."

"Eight years? That child's endured eight years of this, and no one did anything?"

"Her dad has unimpeachable credentials, according to the judge. A pillar of society."

Rosalee said nothing, waiting for the next revelation.

"He's a f**king preacher. Aren't they supposed to be above reproach?"

"Oh, my dear Lord," Rosalee gasped.

"She needs to get away—from this town, from him, from her mother—that woman is so afraid someone will find out, she lies about it. She closes her eyes to what he's done, so it won't cause a scandal." His blue eyes flashed in anger. "If I could, I'd take Emma far away, and never come back."

"Maybe one day you will."

"She needs to get away before something else goes wrong. I worry about her getting something awful from all this...." He gestured vaguely. "I keep hoping her old man will catch something. Explain an STD to your congregation." He made a rude noise.

"You asked if she was pregnant again?"

"Three times so far. She's had abortions. Either from the parties, or her old man. I don't know."

"Not yours?"

"I'm careful."

"Condoms aren't infallible."

"I know—I'm careful."

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Tuesday, July 07, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 4

The doctor accuses Sam of giving Emma drugs, but Rosalee sticks up for him.

"Is she pregnant again?" Sam asked.

"Not as far as I can tell. It's always possible, given the circumstances. She'll need a follow up in a few weeks. I want you to make an appointment with the women's clinic."

Sam gave him a steady, calm look, making the doctor squirm. "She won't go. You already know that."

"I have to say it, kid."

"Don't call me a kid—ever." It was his turn to advance on the doctor. "Don't patronize me. You know nothing about me except what you think you see. You assume a hell of a lot, Doc. I'm dirty and I stink, cause I've been chasing Emma for two days as she party hopped. She called me from this one—finally—in the one lucid moment she had before some guy drugged her up. She cried for help like she always does. So I went for her, like I always do. I find her, bring her here and listen to one of you successful, established, pampered, opinionated twats explain to me how it's my fault!

"Well, it's not my fault! It's Emma's fault! And I'm here, like always, picking up the pieces of her life. So don't give me anymore shit, Doc! About me drugging her, raping her or anything else you want to throw my way. Cause I'll throw that shit right back at you." He looked almost ready to hit the doctor, his body erect, rigid, furious.

Attracted by the noise, an orderly put his head in the room. He was huge, about 6'3" and 200 pounds of solid muscle. He gave Sam a look, then glanced at the doctor. Although much smaller, Sam was certainly threatening.

"Everything okay, Doc?"

"It's fine, Chet."

"Want me to stay?"

"You think he needs protection from the skinny crack head? Is that it? You don't scare me, Chet. I've taken out guys bigger than you. Bring it." He took a defensive stance.

"Enough!" Rosalee inserted herself between them. "No one is bringing anything. Clifton, apologize."

"What? Me?"

"You. He's straight up. You're talking all kinds of shit. Look at him," she demanded. "At him, beneath the exterior. What do you see?"

The doctor shrugged, crossing his arms as he stroked his chin.

"I'll tell you what I see," Rosalee continued. "A frightened child, who has grown up far too quickly. A man in a boy's body, taking care of a girl who doesn't have any self-worth. If you see anything different, you can go."

The doctor and orderly exchanged a look. One glance at Sammy told them he'd take both of them down, or die fighting. Rosalee was right. In all the years he'd know her, Clifton Rivers had never seen Rosalee Spenser wrong. He relaxed, asking Chet to step out. Reluctantly, the orderly left the room.

"I'll be right here if you need me."

Sammy visibly relaxed when Chet left.

"I'm sorry, ki... Sam." The doctor said quietly. "I made an assumption."

"Everyone always does," the young man replied with a sigh. "So, what about Emma?"

"I think she'd better stay with us a couple of days. She's dehydrated, and God knows what's in her system."

"Can you Baker Act her?" The boy clearly knew how the system was supposed to work.

"You think she's...."

"A danger to herself?" Sam finished for him. "How many times in the last month have we been here?"

"I haven't seen you every time. I'm not sure."

"Four, in thirty days. She has a problem. She needs treatment. Please. She needs out of that environment—now, today."

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Thursday, July 02, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 3

Sam meets Rosalee at the hospital. She's a new social worker, who sits down to talk to him about himself and Emma.

"Are you staying with them right now?"
He shook his head. "Current foster family is very anal. They say I shouldn't rely on the kindness of strangers. Although they are more or less strangers. I've known Grant's family most of my life."
"Do Grant's parents know about Emma's dad?"
"Emma begged us not to tell them. Grant's mom suspects and talked to her, but Emma denied it."
"You know I must report this?"
"I want you to! They'll listen to you! It has to stop or she's never going to quit. One night, I won't get there in time, she'll die and I'll never forgive myself."
Sammy broke down. The thin strands holding him together, shattered. Sobs shook his body, making him weak. Rosalee took him in her arms as he cried. She smelled like flowers and springtime. Other people came in to check on them, but she waved them away.
"It's alright," she answered them all. "He must get out the bad, to make room for the good. You cry all you want, angel. You get those tears out."
Sam sniffed and snorted. Rosalee placed tissues in his hands.
"Men aren't supposed to cry," he gulped.
"Says who? Men have tear ducts, don't they? They feel pain and sorrow, right? If God didn't want you to cry, would he provide you the equipment? Do you think just because you have testicles, it precludes emotional outbursts?"
He laughed despite himself. "When you put it that way...."
"See? You let some good in. The more bad you lose, the more good you gain."
The doors leading to the waiting room from the examination cubicles popped open. Dr. Rivers stood there with a frown . He jerked his head at Sam, motioning angrily for him to follow. Slowly, the boy rose, terrified by the doctor's expression. One frightened glance at Rosalee convinced her to follow. Dr. Rivers barred her way.
"I want to talk to him alone."
"I don't think so. You brought me into this. I'm here for the duration. I am his advocate now."
Angry, but knowing she was right, he allowed her to follow. They walked to an empty treatment room. Dr. Rivers all but slammed the door after them, whirling on Sam.
"I want to know what you gave her!"
"What? Me? Nothing! She was like that when I found her!"
"She said you gave it to her," the doctor continued, getting up in his face.
Sammy's knees gave out. Rosalee helped him sit before he fell down.
"I asked her who gave her the drugs. She said, Sammy."
"Hardly damming, Clifton. She's not in her right mind."
"Keep out of this, Rosa."
"I won't!" Her dark eyes flashed angrily. "He brought her here, didn't he? Would he do that if he'd drugged her?"
"He might if he wanted to keep out of trouble."
"I'm always in trouble," Sam answered bitterly. "I've never given Emma drugs. We both use, I don't deny that. But I never, not ever—not that shit."
"What shit?" The doctor advanced again.
"The date rape shit. That's what you mean, right? The cocktail that makes her helpless while a guy f**ks her. Why would I use it? I can tap Emma anytime I want!" He jumped up, angry now, belligerent. That he spoke the truth wasn't lost on either of them.
"Did you tonight?"
"No, sir."
"So, if I screen you, I'm not gonna find your sperm?"
"Jesus! No! God!" He recoiled from the doctor in disgust.
"She had multiple sex partners, Sam." The doctor explained quietly. "We've treated her, done blood tests, taken evidence...."
©2020 Dellani Oakes

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 2

Sam picks up Emma at yet another party, and she's a mess. By long habit, he takes her to the hospital emergency room, where me meets a woman named Rosalee.

"Hello, Sam. And the girl?" She gestured gracefully toward the back. "Your sister?"

"Girlfriend—friend—we aren't dating, not right now—well—it's complicated." He muttered before sipping his drink.

"So I gather." She smiled pleasantly.

"It's complicated," he mumbled again, wishing it weren't. Wishing he knew how to fix it and make all the bad things in Emma's life go away.

"Tell me about complicated. What makes it so?"

Sammy exhaled slowly, thinking about it. What made it complicated? Emma. He and Em together. Her father, his parents—everything.

"I dunno, exactly."

"Let's uncomplicate it. If you had to pick one thing," to Sammy it sounded like ting and he smiled, "to change between you, what would it be?"

"The drugs," he decided quickly. "I'd get rid of the drugs."

"Are they the problem or the symptom? Would getting rid of the drugs really uncomplicate things?"

"It would help. There are reasons for the drugs. Emma uses them to escape."

"Escape what?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you." He took a sip, looking away evasively.

"Honey lamb, I'm a social worker here. Dr. Rivers wanted me to speak to you."

"Why have I never seen you before?"

"I have never been here before. I'm new—this is my first week. So humor me—and make me look good to the boss-man."

She patted his hand, her fingers warm and comforting. He looked at their hands. Hers was long fingered, broad palmed, dark, with bright red nails. His looked fragile, grubby and pale in comparison. He wondered how she could stand to touch him. Then he realized she really didn't mind. Even wet and dirty, three days growth of scrubby beard with splatters of mud and vomit on his shoes, smelling like week old socks, she didn't care. His fingers squeezed hers appreciatively.

"Her old man abuses her."



"And have you told anyone?"

"A lot." Sam got defensive. "The state pulls her out, they go to court, her folks deny it, and the state sends her back."

"And you do what?"

"Report him again. Only they're tired of hearing from me. I'm a kid. What do I know? I've only seen him come on to her. Then I beat the hell outta him for it."


"Then the cock sucker presses charges. Juvie record." He held out his arm to demonstrate the length. "Only I'm seventeen now. Next time, I get tried as an adult. Judge already told me."

"Her mother knows?"

"Yeah. She knows."

"And does nothing?"

His shrug was more eloquent than any words. They sat silently a few moments.

"And your parents?"

He scoffed. "Try to find them. I gave up. Mom's a drunk, Dad's a crack head. He's also a dealer, so he's in and out of jail. A crack dealer should never use, it makes him stupid. I haven't seen either of them in about two years."

"So, where do you live?" Rosalee showed her deep concern.

"Foster families, if I'm not in jail." He was very matter-of-fact about his record. "Sometimes I stay with friends. They don't much like me, the foster families, that is. My buddy has folks who are pretty cool. They let me stay, sleep on the couch, don't ask a lot of questions. Enough to make sure I'm okay...." He wanted her to know they didn't ignore him. "His mom works at home. His dad works for the state. They're good people.

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Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 7

Emma's in the hospital for the night, and Sam's allowed to stay with her. He asks Rosalee not to let her parents see her, unless she...