David Pelzer Mother Novels & Stories

“Elisha used to play in the mud with me, we would make mud forts, he used to call me mate, and say that I was perfect.” I hid my face in my hands. David was completely still beside me. “I never knew what that meant until now. I was so young, I thought he was just calling me friend.” I looked down at his small statue, and my heart broke more. His parents were beautiful, so kind. I told Hunter and David about them. “They had moved here, and his father was going to open up a repair shop. His mother made home crafted goods. They said they belonged to a small pack that was destroyed in some war, and they escaped. They decided to settle in a human area to live a peaceful life” David closed his eye

She was wearing an oversize black hoodie and black leggings, probably boiling underneath those clothes because it was 85 degrees outside. "Hi, I'm Sienna, as you've probably guessed by now. Come inside. Your twenty minutes start now". She stepped into the apartment and took a deep breath. "I´m Ellory. My mother was married to David Harrington. We used to live in the hippie community that he founded until I was thirteen years old." She was spilling the words quickly, half embarrassed. "Good for you. Now not to be rude, but how does this concern me?" "My mom knew yours. She didn't know though that he was pursuing her and was only aware of everything that happened to her years after she left Ca

"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

Eloise went downstairs, only to see David and Helena sitting in the living room. "Ellie!" Helena called out, lips quivering and eyes red-rimmed. "It's really you. My poor daughter. You're alive!" David wiped the tears off his face. "As long as you're well and alive, my dear. I know your mother and I have made many mistakes. I'm sorry we've failed as parents and put you through such misery." Eloise looked at their tears without a trace of emotion. Instead, she found the situation ironic.

“Can you tell me where you are and when you last saw them?” “I’m at home,” David said, his voice breaking. “My wife, Lulu, she called me earlier. She said she saw someone… someone from our past. Someone dangerous. She said she thought he was following her. Then the call dropped. Now she’s gone. My daughter is gone too.” The operator’s voice was calm but serious. “Okay, sir, we’re going to help you. What’s your wife’s full name? And your daughter’s?” “Lulu carlson, and my daughter is sage carlson,” David said quickly. “She’s only three years old.”

Mia: “You just take the name of the people who sell you stocks, tell them they want to withdraw their capital and stop investing. I want to end this quickly.” Matthew: “Okay, I listen to you. Am I in such a hurry?” Mia: "The witness stabbed to death by David is Peter Wayne's mother." Sure enough, the other end of the line was silent for a long time: “It's so wrong. I should have finished it a little faster.” …

“Who is Catharina?” He gasped. “I heard some of the servants talking about her so I wanted to know,” Sylvia said and stroked the cap of David’s dick. “She’s my mom.” David moaned. “Carry on!” he added, begging Sylvia to continue. The revelation sent a chill down Sylvia’s spine. She had to release his balls with her eyes widened in shock. Catherine was David’s mom? Why would her father leave a message that the whole thing was linked to her? Sylvia had no information about Davids’s mom. There were no portraits of her at the mansion and no one mentions her.

“She’s gone, Mama. She died years ago.” Her eyes filled with tears, matching mine, and her body trembled. “No...” she whispered, disbelief drowning her voice. I wrapped my arms around her frail frame, wanting to hold her together. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “I didn’t know... Elane lied to all of us. She locked you away.” She closed her eyes briefly, as if gathering strength. Then a familiar voice echoed softly behind me. “My love...” David Jones. My father. His eyes were red-rimmed, weighed down by years of guilt and regret.

"Here?" David looked down, then met Selena's eyes again. "I know I was wrong. But please don't shy away from me." Selena paused, then said, "You've opened too many doors for others, David. And now you're panicking because I walked out of the only door you left for me." David held his breath, silent. Selena looked at him sharply, then said quietly, "Go home. I need to be with my mom." And for the first time, David couldn't say anything else. He just stood silently as Selena sat back down, holding her sleeping mother's hand.

She thought about the memory photo Rose had shown her, a photo of their mom that Rose had pulled straight from her head when she had asked her about her mom. “This is our Josney, we couldn’t call her anything else, could we?” David asked over his daughter's cries. He looked up to see Dell nodding her agreement as her eyes darted back and forth between their children. “Do you really want to call the other one pearl?” he asked, he wasn’t fussed either way on the name but if she wanted to call her that, he would go along with it.