Book About Three Sisters Abused By Mother Novels & Stories

I looked at my sisters who are already looking at me with their teary eyes. It's early in the morning and I am in the kitchen with my sisters. We are preparing breakfast for our father who is busy abusing our mother. It's not the first time that he is abusing her. It has become a habit for him to beat my mother like an animal. If we try to stop him then he doesn't bother to raise his hand on us as well.

Yoran was well-informed as ever, and when he asked me about it, I was silent for a moment, but eventually said, "They were trying to strong-arm me into saving Joey, saying that I have no conscience." Even now, their outburst still rang in my ears. "You're Joey's sister! Even if she did hurt you, helping her is your responsibility!" "You have no conscience at all! I shouldn't have brought you to this world!" They had both kept rambling on, not noticing the tears in my eyes. But this often happened throughout the course of my life. Our parents were always on Joey's side, whether it was when she forced me to help her cheat on her exams, or when she stole my allowance.

Cassie trudged up the hill with her sisters, the massive packhouse looming before them. The three of them weren’t particularly tall, but they were strong. With thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were largely covered in freckles. A gift from so many days spent out in the sun with the rest of the pack. The sun was fading now, as they walked through the main room and up the stairs to their families’ wing of the house. They shared a kind of suite, with three bedrooms branching off of a small sitting room. The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use.

"When I got older and more knowledgeable, I discovered that mother was not who she claimed to be. She was a really despicable woman who was willing to go to any lengths to achieve her heart’s desires. And that included harming her own children.” A tear dropped from his eyes like a single rain drop and I placed my palm on his back in my attempt to show him that I was there with him. "As you already know, I had three sisters. Two died by my mother’s hand, and the other, by the Pakhan’s hand. When two of my sisters died mysteriously, I dug so deep until I discovered the things mama had been doing to them. . .the way she exploited them. My discovery had led to my decision to protect the only sur

Amalia rolled her eyes as she abruptly stopped walking, and so we were. "Yeah, that's it, I think? I think we also need that too." "And why do you think that we need it?" Amalia asked, raising her eyebrows to Lianne. Lianne swung her shoulders back. "I'm not sure, but I recently heard that our sisters are being treated for all the traumas they had from mama." Lianne had a sad expression on her face. My eyelids fluttered, and I initially moved away.

Then she laughed, a soft, humorless sound. "We were so stupid." Jade's lip quivered. "We loved them." Jayla's expression darkened. "And they used us." Jasmine's jaw clenched. "Not anymore." The room was quiet, but this time it didn't hurt. It was powerful. Because for the first time in months, the three sisters weren't arguing. They weren't broken. They weren't blinded by Sarah's lies. Together for the first time they wanted revenge. The Sisters Remember – Piecing Together the Moments

The sisters had been waiting for her to finish so they could set her straight. Amara had given everything to this family. She didn't deserve an attack like that. However, before any of them could speak, something changed. Irene's fury folded in on itself, and in its place was something small and wounded. She was no longer lashing out at Amara. She was talking about what had been done to her. Every sister in that room knew what had happened to her at that school the day before. It was a burden no woman should ever have to carry. It touched the one place where none of them could endure harm without breaking.

I'm the last of three, a brother and a sister come before me, in that order. Daniel. Denise. Diana. There was rarely ever good food or water, we interchanged between two sets of clothes everyday and we didn't have an education. At least our household was peaceful, you'd think. Wrong. It wasn't. My father was abusive. Physically to my mother, emotionally to us. He would hit my mother at the slightest provocation. He would hit her if she didn't make sales for the day. He would hit her for not being able to provide basic needs. He would even hit her for not giving him money to buy his beer.

The three sisters and their friends found themselves forcefully withered into a second false reality. God dammit, I hate being a cambion! Alone she walked, abandoned by her friends and family. Madison, an eight-year-old girl, walked through the village surrounded by merchants and thieves. The young girl held her arms around her body, contemplating the severity of the choices that made her homeless and rejected. “Hey, kid,” A stranger called out. “Where is your mommy? It’s not safe to be out here all alone.” “Leave me alone.” Madison said, she continued to walk away from the disturbing man. Said man ran up to her, blocking her path.

They had used that as an excuse to pursue her and satisfy their twisted desires. "How did we end up here?" I asked, squeezing her hand. My mother swallowed hard. "You were all very young at the time. One day, a woman came to me asking for help. She claimed she had a small child with her and was running from abusive people. I let her stay in the cabin. That's when I realized she had been sent by them. The next thing I knew, she attacked me. During the fight, she injured me badly. Then she grabbed two of your sisters and ran."