STUPID MOTHER

COURTNEY

I stood there, completely paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle. A strange, heavy cold spread through my veins, and I felt my blood stiffen as the horror of what Diego had done washed over me. The world around me spun violently, the lights in the hospital lobby blurring into jagged streaks of white. My knees buckled beneath me, and before I could hit the polished marble floor, darkness swallowed me whole.

The next thing I knew, the sharp scent of ammonia stung my nostrils. The nurses had crowded around me, frantically trying to revive me, patting my face and loosening the collar of my white coat.

When I finally regained consciousness, my eyes snapped open, and a ragged, broken sob tore straight from my chest. I started to cry uncontrollably for my son.

"Bryan... my baby..." I choked out, clutching at my chest as if I could physically hold my shattering heart together. "I already lost him once... I am not ready to lose him again. Not him... not my baby boy."

And it wasn't just Bryan. Now Diego wanted me back home too, holding my sick child hostage to force my hand.

The head nurse knelt beside me, her expression a mix of profound pity and deep concern. She gently wiped a tear from my cheek and whispered softly, "Doctor... maybe you should just go home to him."

The moment those words left her lips, my mind violently flashed backward across the years, dragging up every agonizing, humiliating memory I had tried so hard to bury.

I remembered those quiet, lonely nights in that sprawling, freezing mansion when Diego would come into my room only to use my body. I remembered the cold, flat tone of his voice when he would warn me not to moan to the intense pleasure I was getting from the lovemaking. “I don’t like the sound of that,” he would say. I was allowed to endure the physical act, to enjoy the sex, but I was never allowed to show it, never allowed to express the joy of being touched by him.

I remembered the times I had tried to lean up and kiss his lips, only for him to turn his head away coldly and tell me not to. I remembered how he would treat me during intimate moments—how he would take me, forcing his length down my throat like he was on a relentless mission to choke me with his long dick, completely indifferent to whether I could breathe or if my soul was breaking beneath him.

Too many cruel, loveless moments rushed back into my mind, flashing before my eyes like a torturous reel of film.

"No," I gasped, shaking my head violently, the tears flying from my lashes. "I am not going back to him! He can take Bryan—"

The words caught in my throat, choking me. A heavy, stunned silence fell over the small circle of nurses standing around me.

One of my closest nurses, a woman who had stood by my side and watched me build this hospital from the ground up, looked down at me with sharp, disbelieving eyes. Her face hardened, and she shook her head in sheer disgust.

"Only a stupid mother will abandon her sick son," my closest nurse said, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Her words hit me harder than any physical blow ever could have. I froze, staring up at her, the harsh truth of what I had just muttered echoing in my ears.