Other Shoes of Larry Martin (eBook)

Book One: Revelation of Lies

Pavane Ravel (Autor)

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2021 | 1. Auflage
400 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-6982-8 (ISBN)

Infos

'The Other Shoes of Larry Martin' is a story of transformation; a story of emotional, physical and metaphysical growth achieved by a remarkable young journalist, Larry Martin. Larry Martin is a young man - the only child of an abusive father - who was unwittingly indoctrinated into the belief system of the Alt-Right. Larry begins his journalism career writing for a right-wing website. After disaster strikes and he becomes homeless and unemployed, he finds the way forward to a prosperous, ethical, and enlightened future by profoundly changing all that he was.

Pavane Ravel has always wanted to be a full-time writer, and finally has reached the point in life where that dream is a reality. Pavane traveled extensively over the years, and has seen nearly the entire United States, much of Canada and Europe, along with some of Central America. Pavane also studied both political science and journalism in universities both stateside and in Europe. Pavane is now happily married with children and enjoys discussing economics after working as a commodities broker. Pavane lives in Manhattan and spends time concentrating on both family and writing. For Pavane, this book was an important story to tell, as Larry Martin is such a complex and fascinating character. Pavane enjoys humor and loves to connect with readers and can be contacted by email at [e-mail].

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"e;The Other Shoes of Larry Martin"e; is a story of transformation; a story of emotional, physical and metaphysical growth achieved by a remarkable young journalist, Larry Martin. Larry Martin is a young man - the only child of an abusive father - who was unwittingly indoctrinated into the belief system of the Alt-Right. Larry begins his journalism career writing for a right-wing website. After disaster strikes and he becomes homeless and unemployed, he finds the way forward to a prosperous, ethical, and enlightened future by profoundly changing all that he was. During Larry's turbulent fight for survival, he arrives at the conclusion that he must undergo drastic transformation in order to find peace and personal success. He resolves to make significant changes and become a completely different person. Larry's story consists of hard times, revelation, growth, and transformation. There is sadness and joy. Discipline and discovery. Trauma and recovery. Emerging author Pavane Ravel tells a gripping and unforgettable story that reminds us of the gravity of each decision we make in life. This is a story of self-examination and growth, and it's relevant for readers of all beliefs and backgrounds.

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Chapter ONE

Atlanta, Georgia

April, 2017

Larry Martin sat up in bed, his mood dark. He could barely open his eyes after a bad night’s sleep. He glanced at the morning sun streaming through the blinds and flinched. He had slept badly because he was worried. Because he was worried, he wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to get out of bed. Not yet. He let his head hang low as he procrastinated and reflected. He was twenty-three years old, living in a crappy duplex on the southside of Atlanta. His rent was due. Yesterday, both the check engine light and the oil light had come on in his old 1992 Toyota. He would have to get them looked at. Even as the thought formed, he knew he wouldn’t do anything. He never did.

Larry massaged the temples of his pounding head. He forced his eyes open and gazed at the wreckage of his home. Dirty clothes were strewn over furniture and across the floor. The coffee table and kitchen counters were hidden under moldering stacks of takeout containers and pizza boxes. The garbage can in his kitchen was overflowing and smelled foul. The sink was piled high with unwashed pots, mugs, plates and silverware. He hadn’t been able to use his faucet for some time now. The sour stench of unwashed clothing and decaying garbage wafted to his nostrils.

Larry sighed. None of this concerned him. Sometimes the mess even comforted him, like he was a just a real guy roughing it. Real men lived rough. He thought of his father’s home growing up. It was worse than his apartment.

On the rare occasion he’d brought a woman home, one or two had tried to help straighten the place. But no relationship had lasted. He knew only rejection. He had learned while women loved that he was a reporter for a high-profile political site, they also expected him to pay for their dates. He loathed this. He could barely afford his own rent, much less pay for a girlfriend. He viewed women as money-grubbing whores. He hated them and his hatred festered deeply and bitterly. Women didn’t understand that they owed him. They didn’t get the only reason for their existence was to give him sex when he wanted. To be subservient to his every wish. To take care of him, clean for him, make him food and just shut up about their own wants and needs. He was active on a lot of online message and chat boards telling him this was the way it should be. Men were owed their rightful place in the world. Women shouldn’t be allowed to work. They sucked jobs away from men. Nor should they be allowed to vote. As for rights, they should get none, especially any reproductive choices. Hell, he knew that some guys even debated whether women were human. In his opinion, they were — but less than a man.

Larry believed that women had only two functions: to have babies and to take care of men. That was it. He knew a lot of other guys who felt exactly the same way. He often wrote comments on various men’s rights websites. Other guys loved his vicious words. These men were men’s rights activists, incels, and white supremacists. They all agreed feminism was fucking things up and making men feel emasculated. He knew it was true. His father had pounded all this into him as a boy. Especially after his mother had abandoned him as a baby, barely over a year old.

Every fucking time he told any girl about her role in his home, the bitch had walked out on him. One had even slapped him. Another had nearly broken his nose. That had been Marney. While she hadn’t exactly been his girlfriend, they had gone out a half-dozen times. He wasn’t sure about her; she was no beauty, with her chubby body and dark, curly hair. Worse, she’d even had the nerve to complain about his place when she picked him up for their dates. The fucking bitch wouldn’t even ride in his car because she said it was too filthy. Larry knew he’d eventually have to slap some sense into her. He only had to bide his time, reel her in real solid before he did. He had to make her respect his rightful dominance. It was just a matter of training her properly.

Inviting Marney back to his duplex the night of their sixth date had been a mistake. But damn, Larry thought, she’d been to his place and knew what it looked like. He remembered how she had stepped inside, glanced around, and made instant sound of revulsion.

“Jesus, Larry, you’re disgusting.”

“Aw, come on,” he cajoled. “Didn’t we just have a nice dinner —”

“Which I paid for because you never pay,” she returned bluntly. “It’s always some lame excuse, like, you’ve forgotten your wallet or lost your credit card. Besides being filthy, Larry, you’re cheap. And, oh wow, I can’t believe I caught you stealing the waiter’s tip tonight! That was way low, just unbelievable!”

“Yeah well, people like that don’t know how to handle money anyway.”

“People like that?” Marney countered, her voice rising. “You stupid son of a bitch, I am ‘people like that’! Where do you think I get the money to pay for the dates you never pay for?”

Larry became angry. Stepping closer, he gripped her arm tightly. “A woman’s place is to take care of her man, Marney! Just like the reason this place is such a mess is because you didn’t clean it!” His voice grew harder, his free hand starting to rise. “You should be buying groceries and cooking for me! But do you? No! This place should be clean, but is it? No! And that’s your fault!” He slapped her. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to get her attention.

Marney’s mouth opened in fury, but Larry wasn’t done. “You finally get a man and what do you do? You whine about having to pay for a few dinners instead of being grateful as hell that I’m with you! And in spite of my being so good to you, you haven’t even screwed me yet.” He tightened his grasp on her arm, wanting to hurt her. Roughly, he jerked her to him, enjoying her gasp. In command now, he backed his voice down. “Well, that’s about to change. Tonight. Now. And after we have sex, I want you to scrub this place from top to bottom so we’ll both be happy. When you’re done, you can come back to bed and we’ll take it from there.”

Marney dropped her eyes away from Larry’s intense gaze. Larry looked and sounded absurd to her. He was crazy. She pretended to shrug. “You can let go of my arm now, Larry,” she murmured, slipping her hand into her shoulder bag.

Larry let his hand drop, his anger receding. He was feeling masterful. Watching her, he assumed she was going for lipstick or something to please him. Instead, her fingers were seeking out a smooth, inch-thick metal bar. Gripping the metal so Larry couldn’t see, she withdrew her hand from her bag. Lowering it to her side, she stood silently.

As she stared at the floor, Larry nearly smiled at her apparent acquiescence. This is gonna be easy, he thought. He lifted her chin to look at him. “Listen Marney, you have to learn that men control the world — you know, dominate it — and it’s a woman’s duty to submit to that. It’s the natural order of things. You might say that women owe men anything they need or want. Anything. And that’s how it’s going to be between you and me, all right? You do as I say and we’re going to be happy.” Larry searched her eyes. “Let me hear you say okay. That you understand. That you agree.”

Taking a smooth step back from Larry, Marney arched abruptly and furiously connected her fist to Larry’s nose. The contact came with such force, Larry keeled backwards to the floor. Taken by surprise, he immediately started backing up crab-like, staring at her in shock. Blood poured through his fingers as he held his nose. Yanking the door open, Marney snarled, “Get the fuck away from me, and don’t ever call me again, you asshole! I hope you bleed to death!” She slammed the door.

Cradling his nose in pain, Larry considered calling the cops to report the assault. It would be humiliating to explain how a girl had punched him and he quickly decided against it. Fuck her. Staggering to his feet, Larry stumbled to the bathroom to look at his nose. It was swelling rapidly but the bleeding wasn’t so bad now. He wasn’t sure if it was broken, but it didn’t matter. He had no money to see some expensive goddamn doctor anyway. All he’d done that night was pack his nose with toilet paper and ice. He had stumbled to his freezer, rolled some cubes into a paper towel and molded the ice to his nose until it felt frozen. The ice had brought some relief, even as he was hot with resentment and anger.

The next morning at work, he lied about being jumped by thugs for his wallet and fearlessly fighting off the thieves. His nose had been a sickly blue for three days before finally turning yellow and easing back to normal. In spite of Marney hurting him, he still missed her. But he was also afraid of her. She wouldn’t give into him, and she had become violent. He was lucky she hadn’t broken his nose.

He wanted a woman. Sex was on his mind twenty-four seven. He was feeling the ache of it even now. But that’s not my main concern this morning, he thought. He glanced again at the sun pouring through his blinds and groaned. This morning was going to be rough.

He’d have to confess to his asshole of a boss that his story on Atlanta’s homeless wasn’t written....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 14.8.2021
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Krimi / Thriller / Horror
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-6982-3 / 1098369823
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-6982-8 / 9781098369828