Beta Reader: Born to be Scorned
"Beta Reads" is a newsletter series for paid subscribers exclusively. The excerpts shared through this series are submitted by community members looking to publish and want community feedback.
Born To Be Scorned is a book that will have you locked in through the storytelling, struggling to put it down. How we have grown so attached to our cell phones is how KC O’Conner was able to keep the readers’ attention with this storyline. I do want to give a trigger warning; this read will reflect heavy grief.
Before we jump right into the excerpt, I asked KC a few questions about her inspiration to write this book. At the end, there will be a poll for you to provide feedback to the author.
Jacquie: What is the title of your manuscript, and what does it mean to you?
KC O’Conner: Born To Be Scorned is the story of a woman who was the object of extreme derision, contempt, and disdain. Often disregarded and treated with contempt. Rejected and made to feel worthless by those who should’ve loved and protected her.
Jacquie: If your book had a one-sentence message/affirmation, what would it be?
KC O’Conner: The only way out is through. Your healing journey begins with you!
Jacquie: What made you want to write this story at this time in your life?
KC O’Conner: It served as a release, uncovering, and therapy for my soul.
Jacquie: What emotion do you want to leave readers sitting with after reading your introduction?
KC O’Conner: Intrigue and interest. Capture their curiosity while sharing the ups and downs of recovery and self-reflection.
Born To Be Scorned
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“Don’t panic, just come to the hospital - it’s your mother!”
My ears clogged, and my eyes went blurry as I slammed down the receiver to my downstairs neighbor’s phone. When I came to, I was at the Cedars-Sinai Emergency Room front desk.
“I’m looking for my mother,” I yelled, devastated and confused.
“Who is your mother?” said the lady at the information desk. I didn’t respond; I couldn’t. It was like she was speaking another language!
“Helloooo,” I heard being jarred out of my stupor! “I said, What’s your mother’s name, Miss?”!
“Theresa… Theresa Blackman.”
She picked up the phone and pushed three numbers. A loud beep filled my ears! Where was that rattling coming from? Everything around me seemed motionless and distorted. I could feel my heart pounding hard inside of my chest!
“Miss! Miss!” “Yeah?” “Sorry, there’s no one here by that name.” Shit, I hung up on my aunt before she told me what hospital to come to!
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