Dave Pelzer Mom Novels & Stories

“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.”

I was deep in thought when Dargok entered, "ohhh so fast, thought it would take you a whole lot of time. Anyways I know you're smarter than this, so what did you find out", I asked him. "Janelle Parker, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Mark Parker, she's the first and only daughter of the couple. She has a younger brother whose name is Diaz Parker, a highschool student actually. She just clocked twenty years last month, which was August, she's actually a college student. Her family lives in Kingston the capital of Jamaica, her father is a retired airforce officer.

"Now can you watch the sauce?" I stand over the stove and inhale the heavenly fumes of the kitchen. "I'm happy to help every night. It's not like I have anything else to do." "David's mother did all of the cooking; seeing you in here reminds me of her." "Oh, do you know where she is now?" Helena slows down as she prepares the fish. "She passed two or so years ago." "I'm sorry, David never told me. I just assumed his parents no longer live in the pack."

“But isn’t your father Aaron Daugherty?” Mommy was Dew’s stepsister, so was Aaron not their biological grandfather? Why did it become Dillon?

“Look, I have done my duty here by sending Celeste on time to Palmart. I am no longer going to cooperate with you, I have had enough from her. If you're unable to carry out your murder plan, then it is not my issue. If these people catch me red handed, my family and my life is finished. Send my mother safely to my home by this evening. Enough of black mailing you have done.`` A hysterical laughter left Dave. “Beggars can't be choosers, Philomena. Remember your husband works for me. I can kill him within a blink of your eye and your mother is in my custody. If you do not want your mother to die, you will carry out whichever action I command you.” Dave immediately called the manager of Palmart

“What’s her name.” “Margaret,” David said. His voice had gone tight. “Margaret Ellis. My mother’s older sister.” He pressed his fingers to his eyes. “She’s not a bad person. Or she wasn’t, not really. She raised me after my mother got sick when I was sixteen. She worked two jobs to make sure I finished school.” He paused. “But she’s always been bitter about money. About what she felt the Cole family owed us after my father died and nothing came our way.”

I led her to the sofa and said in annoyance, “So if it wasn't about dinner, then I probably would've been forgotten, right?” “Of course not!” Mom said. “By the way, you never said Dave was rich,” I folded my arms. “I also didn't know about his financial status, and I always declined whenever he wanted to get me something. I found out on your birthday.” Mom said. I decided not to dwell on it and followed Mom to the dinning room, since everyone was already waiting. We all sat at the table for dinner and I noticed that the last person was missing. “I thought Dave had a son,” I blurted.

"You can still talk to the parole board . . . maybe help your momma out and . . ." "Why the fuck would I want to help her?!" Jane hissed. "She let this happen." The sheriff sighed. "That's not true. Your mom wasn't any more invulnerable than anyone else. She loved your dad so much . . . losin' him almost destroyed her." "Dad," she whispered. She stood up and strode down a path, pausing long enough to spit on Jack Ewes grave. Red and the sheriff followed at a safe distance. "Sorry," he asked, "but where do you fit in to this?"

“What’s going on with you?” Dave let out a dry laugh. “You really want to know?” John leaned in. “Yeah.” Dave stared into his glass. “I buried my daughter.” Silence. John blinked. “What?” “Ava,” Dave said, his voice cracking slightly. “She got sick… we didn’t catch it in time.” John’s face fell. “Man… I’m so sorry…” Dave shook his head slowly. “That’s not even the worst part.” John frowned. “The accident after her funeral…” Dave continued. “Lisha… she lost her womb.”

Maybe he was happily married to Veronica James! I smiled at my mom, walking into her open arms. “Mom, it’s so good to see you. I missed you so much!” I hugged her delicate frame, inhaling the familiar rose-scented fragrance she always used. While my dad had remarried Sylvia Keller, his PA, Mom hadn’t moved on from him. She was still the sweet, graceful, soft-spoken woman who had authored many non-fiction books on child psychology. A highly qualified child psychologist, she practiced too and had made a name for herself in the city. I was proud of what she had achieved in the last four years. “I missed you too. I hope you’ll stay here for some time.” She released me to check the luggage I had