Ugly – 5 Stars

ugly

Margaret McHeyzer

Release Date: October 26, 2015

Genre: Young Adult/New Adult

Cover Design: Book Cover By Design

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book blurb

If I were dead, I wouldn’t be able to see.

If I were dead, I wouldn’t be able to feel.

If I were dead, he’d never raise his hand to me again.

If I were dead, his words wouldn’t cut as deep as they do.

If I were dead, I’d be beautiful and I wouldn’t be so…ugly.

I’m not dead… but I wish I was.

 

excerpt

I feel him walking around the house. The floorboards creak, moving with his footsteps. Vibrations are traveling through the floor to where I’m sitting. I close my eyes tighter, and try and hum as quietly as I can.

Please go away, Daddy. Please go away.

My heart is beating fast, and my hands are shaking. I’m trying really hard not to think about what’s going to happen the minute he opens the door.

It’s so quiet now. The only sound is my heart thrumming in my ears. Nothing else. Not a whisper, not a rattle…nothing.

Maybe Daddy’s left, maybe he’s gone to the pub to have a few drinks. Maybe, just maybe, he’s left…forever.

I take a deep breath and just relax for a moment. My shoulders drop and I finally stop rocking. Slowly, I take my hands down from my ears, and I’m so happy because I can’t hear him yelling at me. I can’t hear him at all.

Gradually I begin to unscrunch my eyes from the way I’ve tightly closed them. But something’s not right. There’s light coming into the cupboard.

I don’t even get a chance to open my eyes fully when a rough hand reaches in, latches onto my ponytail and rips me out of the cupboard.

“I told you it’d be worse for you if I had to find you,” Dad says as he drags me by my hair. I’m desperately trying to hold onto my head so he doesn’t rip my hair out, while my feet try to find traction on the dirty floorboards.

“Please, Daddy. Please. You’re hurting me,” I begin sobbing, pleading with him to stop.

“Then your ugly ass should’ve come when I called you. You stupid bitch, you’re a fucking worthless, ugly idiot,” he says. But now his voice is calm as he continues to drag me toward the family room.

That’s when he’s most scary. When his voice is low and his eyes are filled with hate. He throws me against the side of the sofa and takes a step back to look at me.

I look up and can see he’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him. “You dumb, ugly piece of shit,” he says as he paces back and forth in front of me.

“Sorry, Daddy. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry.” I curl into myself, defensively trying to make myself as small as possible.

“You’re just fucking stupid, aren’t you?” he spits toward me, as he brings his hand up to scratch at his chin.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, tears falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he pulled my hair but I don’t dare try and rub the spot.

“You ugly fuck.” He aims a boot at my leg. The pain is instant and my leg feels like it’s shattered.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg again as I bury my face into my hands. But ‘please’ never seems to work.

Nothing does.

I’ve just got to take the beatings, because that’s what stupid, ugly twelve-year old girls do.

 

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about the author

Margaret McHeyzer

margaret mcheyzer picThere’s something about the written word that is pure magic.

Possibly it’s the fact there are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and they can create something so beautiful or so empowering they’re capable to change our lives.

How important is it that we break suit and stretch our minds?

I like to think of myself as ‘unique’. My stories aren’t for everyone, and sometimes I may push what you believe to be ‘normal’.

Normal is subjective.

I prefer to be known as a person who’s never been ‘bound by custom’ but is ‘unique by choice’.

I hope you do read and enjoy my stories.

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my review

5 Stars

So here’s my truth.  Ugly was really difficult for me to read.  Lily’s story was one of the most powerful and intense books I have ever experienced.

I started Ugly knowing I was in for an emotionally disturbing read, but I truly had no clue that Margaret McHeyzer’s words were going to affect me as much as they did.  Sweet Jesus.  I wasn’t sure how much more of Lily’s life I could take.  For the majority of the book, I was horrified and angry. Disgusted.  Lily’s pain and heartache absolutely gutted me to my core.

Ugly starts with Lily as a 17 year old.  She lives with her father and I have no words for this man.  The mistreatment Lily exists with on a daily basis was unimaginable but so well written I felt like I was tucked away in a corner of her world, unable to help and scared for her safety.  As a witness, I was unable to contain my tears – the cruelty and harsh behavior bestowed on this character.  I hated it.

I prayed that the people who entered Lily’s life from the moment she left home were safe havens and would bring her solace.  Joy.  Kindness.  But her life continues down a difficult and arduous path – each day almost more grueling than the last.  Lily’s world was small and lonely.  It was painful to be a part of it. I wondered how long she would survive in it or if she even would.  I wondered if my heart would survive reading it.

I really don’t know what else to say.  I want this review to be spoiler free so I don’t want to give an details as to how Lily finally gets her happily ever.  Just know that every moment of happiness that take she takes for herself and for independence, I celebrated.  Honestly, I’m not sure I will ever forget Lily or her book, Ugly.  It was not your typical romance but it is a must read story that you do not want to miss out on.

 

 

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