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Sweet Hell on Fire: A Memoir of the Prison I Worked In and the Prison I Lived In

By Sara Lunsford

"A gritty, uncooked, and engrossing voice."—Publishers Weekly

I used to be a foul mother,
a foul daughter,
a foul spouse, a nasty friend.
Boozed out and tired,
without dreams
and no destiny.

But i used to be a very good officer.

Sara Lunsford helped cage the worst of the worst, from serial killers to intercourse criminals. on the finish of each day, while she walked out the criminal gate, she needed to try and shed the horrors she witnessed. however the darkness invaded every little thing of her lifestyles, regardless of how a lot she attempted to immerse herself in a liquor bottle. She could not cover from the issues that damage her, the issues that made her bleed, the issues that also stand up at the hours of darkness and choke her.

With a magnetic, uncooked voice that you just will not quickly overlook, Sweet Hell on Fire grabs you by means of the throat and does not allow pass. it is a hardscrabble climb from all-time low to the recent flooring of a lady who knows the that means of sacrifice, the enjoyment of redemption, and the quiet haven to be present in desire.

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I used to be reminded of while The previous guy informed me what a distinction there has been among announcing and doing. It was once my childrens that stored me from doing. I’d prefer to say I’m too reliable anyone and that i think he’ll be punished within the afterlife, blah blah. yet i would like him to be punished during this one. i would like him to grasp what it’s wish to have his strength taken away. To consider whatever attempting to tear out his insides and telling him how beautiful his ache is and what sort of he likes it simply because he sought after that nightstick up his ass stirring up his guts.

The only who’d invested her lifestyles discount rates to get this pedophile out of criminal. She sought after him, the single with the rotten dick, to come back stay along with her and her passel of children. My daughter quite beloved this boy as someone. stated he used to be tremendous great. yet with a mom who made offerings like that, i may merely think the opposite issues this child were via. not just that, yet a superb officer won't go along with you when you move a line like that. As I acknowledged ahead of, it’s now not constantly in regards to the fact of a scenario, yet the way it seems.

And if it sucked sweaty donkey balls, good, that used to be simply tricky shit. That was once the fee I’d need to pay to get my existence again on target. i actually suggestion it'd be more durable to forestall ingesting to get under the influence of alcohol. My psychiatrist buddy instructed me that i used to be fortunate I didn’t have an addictive character or it might be anything I’d need to struggle the remainder of my lifestyles. It was once nice she had loads self assurance me simply because I didn’t. no longer but. I wasn’t naïve sufficient to imagine i may simply choose to cease. I didn’t even understand if i used to be an alcoholic.

You’re a troublesome girl. ” He joked and wear a grin, yet we understood one another. Yeah, it was once precisely like that. whatever I nearly needed to end up the next day to come. health facility accountability. I’d by no means performed it earlier than, yet I’d heard that sanatorium responsibility used to be much more dull than tower accountability. I didn’t imagine that was once attainable. I informed the officer I relieved I’d by no means performed it sooner than, and he stated it used to be no tremendous deal. simply ensure the inmate doesn’t depart the room, don’t enable him have calls or viewers, continue him cuffed to the railing of the mattress except he must use the loo, and if he does, make him depart the door open.

I stated definite. In weeks, we had the children residing there with us too. It was once a shitty one-bedroom matchbox, however it used to be ours. We have been jointly. Boy, have been we jointly. We gave the children the mattress and we slept on a broken-down futon. when we lay down for the evening, that was once it. there has been no wiggling, no stretching, no turning over. We have been pressured to sleep snuggled up jointly. That wasn’t whatever we’d ever performed earlier than. If we didn’t continue all of the weight within the heart, the leg may cave in. We’d go to sleep all cuddled up jointly in entrance of the tiny television with a film on we’d all obvious prior to.

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