Publisher:
Two Peninsulas Press (Indie/Self-Published)
Publication
Date: December 12,
2018
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Count /or Page Number: 20,151 words
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Summary
Benny Fuller is on
his way to rock bottom. He’s seventeen, fresh out of juvie, homeless, and
desperate to find a job. His dad’s in
jail and his drug-addicted mom is in no shape to take care of his sick sister,
Angel. A run-in with his ex-boyfriend, Scott Sullivan, makes Benny feel even
worse. He’s a thief with no future. Scott is smart, with plans for college and
a great future ahead of him. Benny knows Scott can do so much better than him.
Because no matter how hard Benny tries, he can’t seem to find a job or a way to
take care of Angel.
The further Benny falls, the more
he needs Scott’s help. Benny will have to
let go of his pride and trust Scott and the Sullivan family in order to get the
Christmas miracle Benny and Angel so desperately need.
Reader Advisory: This is an older (15+) YA
story with themes of homelessness, drug use and prostitution (off-page), neglect
of minors, and foster care.
Excerpt
People hurried past Benny Fuller without seeing him. They were bundled
up warmly against the snow, clutching their holiday shopping bags and packages.
They were too intent on their destination to see the kid they pushed past. Now
that the sun was going down, the crowds were beginning to thin. The wind picked
up and the fat, fluffy snowflakes grew smaller and sharper. They stung his
cheeks and made his hands ache. It had been early spring when he went into
juvie. He’d had a hat stuffed in his old, beat up Army-style jacket but no
gloves.
When the caseworker picked him up at the juvenile detention center and
drove him to a foster home, she frowned at his bare hands. She said something
about making sure he had a pair of gloves—and a warmer coat and boots—but she
got a phone call a few minutes later and apparently forgot. He hadn’t said
anything to the foster care lady about it either. So now the slushy snow soaked
into his shoes as he walked and he still had no gloves or winter coat. He’d
have to make do. But that was nothing new for him, was it? Benny had been doing
that for a while now.
He kicked at a piece of torn, soggy cardboard on the sidewalk as he
passed it. It did nothing to relieve the gnawing hunger in his stomach or the
cold air that crept down the collar of his jacket and numbed his fingers.
It was satisfying though. Something to do to let out all of the
frustration and fear boiling inside of him. His job search had amounted to
nothing. Everything amounted to nothing. There were no opportunities for kids
like him.
He’d been wandering the city for a week. Ever since he left the foster
home they placed him in. It hadn’t seemed bad at first. It was clean and there
were only two other kids there, both younger. But one of them was a nightmare.
Benny had never seen anything like it. The boy screamed and tried to hit the
little girl all the time. The foster mother did nothing to stop it. The little
girl had bruises on her arms and legs from the boy and it made Benny sick to
watch it happen. Within the first day Benny was there, the boy bit Benny hard
enough to draw blood, but Benny was the one who got yelled at by the foster
mother for provoking him. Benny hadn’t done anything but sit down next to the
kid.
Benny had tried to help out, thinking maybe the woman was just overwhelmed,
but she yelled at him for interfering. The day after he got there, the little
girl had to go to the doctor for pinkeye. Benny was left home with the boy. It
was a nightmare. After the boy screamed and hit him and acted like a little
monster all day, Benny couldn’t handle it anymore. As soon as the woman got
home with the girl, Benny crawled out the bedroom window and left.
He went straight to his childhood home, even though there was no one
there waiting for him. He collected his car and a few belongings, but he knew
he couldn’t stay or Child Protective Services would just drag him out of there
and back to a foster home.
But once he left his old house, he had nowhere else to go. He had a car
though, thankfully. It had sat, unused, while he was in juvie. It was still
registered, thankfully, although the insurance on it had lapsed. He’d have to
hope he didn’t get pulled over, or he’d be in big trouble.
With no home and no job, what else could he do now but wander? Sit in
his car and feel sorry for himself? Even if he wanted to, he didn’t have any
money for gas so he couldn’t do it for long. He tried to run the engine as
little as possible. Just enough to keep himself from freezing to death. At
least when he was up and walking, his blood was flowing.
He wasn’t warm, but at least he wasn’t dead. That was something, right?
Up ahead, a brightly-lit storefront spilled yellow light onto the snowy
sidewalk. Its warmth beckoned Benny to come closer, but as he approached, he
recognized the building and scowled. Sullivan’s Fine Gifts, the sign on the
window read. Damn it. His wandering
had taken him to the last place he should be.
Stupid. Why did I come here? He wondered. It wasn’t like he could go in and see
Scott Sullivan. God, he wanted to though. Scott was the only person Benny had
ever trusted. The only one who really knew him. Scott was the best thing that
had ever happened to Benny. Too bad Benny was the worst thing that had ever
happened to Scott.
Benny stood in front of the gift shop long enough for the snowflakes to
settle on his too-thin jacket. His breath fogged the window and cold and hunger
faded away as he stared into the store owned by his ex-boyfriend’s parents,
mesmerized by the cheerful lights and decorations. It advertised home and
family.
Warmth. Security. Love.
All the things Benny didn’t have.
Review
As the excerpt illustrates, this story tugs at
your heartstrings…and then some. As we follow young Bennie through the cold
winter days while he tries to somehow keep his head above water and come up with a plan to reconnect
with his younger sister, it is impossible not to hurt for and with him.
Benny is a very
realistic teenager faced with a situation no child or young adult should have
to contend with. The way he’s written is so true to live that it made his
struggle, the set-backs he faces, the hardships he’s up against, and the
uncertainties crowding in on him all the more heartbreaking. It also made one
or two of his decisions completely understandable, even if they had me rolling
my eyes and left me wanting to give him a good talking to…just before wrapping him
up in a warm blanket.
While there are
certainly romantic tones to this story, I wouldn’t exactly call it a romance.
This is a story about families; what it means to belong to one, what we are
prepared to do and endure to look after our loved ones, and all the different
forms loving families can take. It is a story about determination, pride,
forgiveness, and, most of all, love…. Love in all its wonderful and life-restoring
versions.
While the hurt in the
early part of this story does put the reader through the wringer, the second
part more than brings the comfort needed to restore both Bennie’s and the
reader’s heart again.
A heartwarming
Christmas story featuring a character who will linger in your thoughts long
after you finish reading.
Author
Bio
Brigham Vaughn is on
the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an
alarming rate and hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing
yoga. She makes a killer key lime pie,
hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy
Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and
refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of
traveling the world and she can’t wait to discover everything else life has to
offer her.
Her books range from short stories to novellas. They explore
gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings.
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