Dave Pelzer Mom Novels & Stories

“You were not born out of anything complicated. We were married.” Then she paused. “And then we separated.” Eli opened his mouth immediately. “Why—” “No,” Mom said gently. “Not now.” That part at least was real. Neither of us actually wanted details. Then she finally said it. “Your dad is Dave Ashton.” Eli widened his eyes dramatically. “Wait… that guy?” I nearly kicked him. Mom nodded slowly. “Yes. The one from the park.” “The chess guy?” Eli asked again. “Yes, Eli. The chess guy.”

He was way too considerate about her safety which ached her heart. ‘’Hubby, I will want you to dig up something on why Dave has refused to talk or ask for help from his mother”’ It's been years and he never heard him talk about her. At first, she had thought he was an orphan but on one of her many France tours and runways in the past, she had bumped into her and it was an unpleasant meeting. ‘’There is nothing much to dig. The entertainment industry has not only destroyed relationships of man and spouse but son and mother.’’ Jane did not understand. Dave at the time was still struggling and his mother was the supposed wife of a movie director then.

"Sorry. If my question is weird. " "It's okay," said Dave. He stood up and sat back down. "I already know about the pain of running or walking in high heels." "Have you ever worn high heels?" "Never before. I used to hear complaints from my ex when walking in high heels," replied Dave. And, after their time together enough. Dave and Pevita come home. **** There is no bad feeling from Pevita. She got news to meet Dave's mother. "You said you wouldn't date rich people. Then what happened yesterday?" Dave's mother asked. "Inviting Dave to have dinner with a commoner woman?" Dave's mother said, insulting Pevita, her name is Sonia.

They all went into the house. The next day, Megan and Peter walked in a quiet field. They both wore all-black outfits. She wore a plain black dress that was below her knee with a black stiletto. Her father wore a black suit. It was afternoon, the sky was clear and the sun was not too hot. They reached a grave and stopped. The name written on the stone was Violet-Felicity Zendel and below the name was, Baby Zendel. It was the grave of her mother who had died of a heart disease when she was eight years old. She and her father had made it a priority to always visit her mother's grave every year on her death anniversary. This year was no exception. After a while, she left her father alone by her

His mother was smaller, her dark hair pulled back, her face carrying a warmth that came through even in the slightly faded print, even posed, even across the distance of however many years had passed since someone had pointed a camera at this moment and pressed a button. Dave had no photographs of his parents. He had grown up with other people’s descriptions of them and his own fragmentary memories that he had never been entirely sure were real memories or constructions assembled from the descriptions. He had carried their absence as a shape rather than a picture. This was a picture. He sat with it for a long time. Then his eyes moved to the rest of the photograph.

Mom had looked shaken after that, like she'd seen a ghost. "Yeah, I remember," I said, keeping my voice light. "Last time Mr. Zane came to Denver, he stopped by our place just to ask about you, Grandma." She nodded. "Yes. That was Mr. Zane. And to you, Cece… he's also a very important person." My stomach dropped. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. [Wait. Was she saying that Mom and Mr. Zane had… history? No. That couldn't be it. Right? ]

When I got there, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I saw that it was Dave and his mom by the pool. 'Dave wasn't in the house throughout today, when did he get here?' I thought to myself. Not wanting to eavesdrop on them, I turned around to leave but the topic of the conversation made me stop in my tracks. "What if she still ends up leaving when she finds out?" Dave asked. "If she truly loves you as she claims to, she will understand that it was a mistake," Mrs. Mendez assured him. 'What was a mistake? What are they talking about?'

I wrapped my coat tighter around me and continued walking, until I saw Dad, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his gaze fixed on the horizon. “I have some news for you. And it's better off not talking on the phone. I don't want your mom to know about it, it's slightly related to her,” "Related to her? I don't understand." “The owner of Global reach Enterprise is Elara Rutherford and her real name is Paige, she was your mom's enemies and your mom caused her these, he pulled a picture from his pocket and handed it to me, "That scars"

“Dale called them the day Janelle stabbed you with the poison, and my father must have called them again and told them Ferguson and Janelle escaped. I wonder if he told them who freed them.” “Would he tell on his own mate?” I have to ask, the question is burning in me. I get that the woman hates me, but how can she hate me this much? She doesn’t know me, yet she has decided I am not good enough. It hurts, I must admit, but I have been through worse in my younger days. “What is your mother’s name, by the way.” Dale and Eli laugh. “I forgot she hasn’t even introduced that to you, huh. Her name is Talia Jackson. And yes, she has always been a bit of an odd character.”

That’s when she was reminded of David. “Yes, Grover used to talk David who was his best friend in the town. David’s dad used to be a teacher in the high school so they were quite close in high school” suddenly she bluffed and I was taken back. “Why you guys didn’t tell any of these things to me before?” A shock burst out of me and mom felt that.