"You evil witch! What are you trying to do now!" Mom shouted as she hit me. "Was harming Lianne not enough? Now, you want to harm your father too? He's your birth father! What sin did I commit to end up giving birth to a wretched child like you!"
Mark—who had been standing to the side—stepped in front of me to shield me from her.
A few officers standing nearby had also rushed over and intervened. One of them gave her a stern warning to refrain from making a scene or assaulting someone at a police station. His name tag read "Gordon".
However, Mom didn't seem to care where she was or who she was talking to. Her rage had probably blinded her.
"What's the issue?" she continued shouting. "Is it against the law for me to discipline my daughter? I gave her life! So what if I hit her a few times?"
She thought she had the right to beat me to death since she had given birth to me. She also probably thought no one had the right to criticize her for doing so since she was my mom.
I had been
