David Pelzer Mom Novels & Stories

"Valerie had a scar on her face like she was hit or something" "What happened?" "I don't know. She said she hurt herself but I don't believe her. She was trembling yesterday and wouldn't stop crying in the bathroom this morning" "Don't you think it has something to do with her mother? Heard she is one hellish woman" "Patricia! No I don't think so" David runs his hand through his hair. He hasn't met her mother but he has heard a lot about her. There were rumors that she was a controlling and manipulative woman, others said she had a rough childhood and hardly smiled. David doesn't know which to believe but something was sure, her mother was just like Margaret: manipulative, annoying socialite

“David here is interesting.” “How so?” Janet couldn’t see what he was seeing. “Here.” He highlighted David’s mother's name. “Elizabeth Gaines, but if she was married it would be Elizabeth Jones. Hence the initials EJ.” Janet gasped not wanting to believe. “No David isn’t a killer.” She wanted it to be true, but now she wasn’t so sure. Could the man that was so obsessed with her be the man strangling women? Was all his moral values all out the window now that he was already a sinner? That didn’t make a person a killer though.

"To cut the long story short, David was head over heels and stupidly in love with her....and that period, she was living with her uncle" "She survived several date-rapes then, but David found out and fought the case for her.....she won and she finally started staying with her dad" "Zeenat hated her a lot because both of their dads were into strong illegal business and were sworn mortal enemies...I don't know about now" "She survived a plane crash, whole lot of torments and torture from David's mom and her own dad, she has a broken leg and arm due to exchange of bullet in her dad's warehouse sometime ago" he paused and looked at me

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

Others looked newer, as if they had been printed some time ago. He picked up one of the family photographs. His index finger pointed to a woman standing next to Mr.Jimmy. “This is my mother. Her name is Catherine. She died when I was six.” David looked at me briefly, his eyes full of pain. “She was poisoned.” I furrowed my brow. “By whom?” “Emily Thomas.” I am shocked and look at his eyes. Then, i gripped his shoulder. “David, I'm sorry to hear that. It must be painful for you.”

My fingers gripped my bag tightly. But my head lowered slightly. Like someone embarrassed. Like someone ashamed. Inside— I almost wanted to laugh. You have no idea. David’s father watched me silently. Carefully. His eyes narrowed slightly. Like he was trying to see through me. I spoke quietly. “Jay has nothing to do with David.” David’s mother exploded again. “Liar!” Her voice echoed in the small car. “David tortured himself for years because of you!” Her chest rose and fell quickly. “He convinced himself he had a child!”

I will definitely overcome it. Come to talk about my stepmom; she has been wicked all her life. I shouldn't be surprised. Her teaming up with Lilian is what I don't understand. I must find out. “Mrs. Ronald, there's still another person involved.” “Mom!” David yelled from the balcony. His tiny little voice interrupted the discussion. “C'mon, get in.” I yelled angrily, pointing at him. “Who is that?” David asked, still standing. “Bullshit, this boy wants to stress me.”

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

"I do not know. But I need to know more. Where is he buried? Does he have family? Anyone who knew him?" Doris sighed. The sound crackled through the phone. "There is a cemetery in Vermont. Near the house with the blue door. David is buried there. His parents are buried there. His brother Daniel is buried there." "Daniel. The one who made the poison." "The same. Your mother visited that cemetery every year. On the anniversary of David's death. She never told you because she was afraid you would ask questions." "I am asking now." "Then go. See the grave. Say goodbye to a man you never knew. Maybe it will help. Maybe it will not."

It was about a family feud I never knew in my past life. "My mom wasn't a homewrecker. She got together with my dad after his first wife died. David promised her that if she gave birth to a son, he'd let her marry into the family. But the night she went into labor, David sent people into the delivery room. "My mom disappeared along with the baby. My dad tried to confront David but died mysteriously that very night. Over the years, I uncovered some clues. David realized ordinary kids' genes were useless. So, he targeted me and Lester, planning to take your children…"