David Pelzer Mother Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Marshall," my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, "but we have no choice. We can't afford to offend the Davidsons." She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist. Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson was—she was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.

David saw the disappointment in Beatrice’s face. “Sit down, Beatrice.” Beatrice followed her father. She took the stool to the side and sat down. Then David touched her hands. “I’m sorry. I-If it was not because of me, this would never have happened. But I never agreed with him, Beatrice. I will never do that. Your mother will hate me,” David pleaded. He meant Beatrice's biological mother, who was already dead. “I know, Dad. Sorry for running away without hearing your explanation. I-I was worried that you would agree with your wife.”

Gerald just turned around. "Watch out for David here." I just cried with all the tightness in my chest. I just lost my son, why won't anyone cheer me up? Why would Gerald think that low? Even though I was once a cheap woman, it never occurred to me in the slightest, to disappear my own son. I love Kelsea more than my own. Why would Gerald so proudly accuse me? Door, open. I saw David's face, all the bruises. What's wrong with people's children? That was Gerald, too.

Helen confronted David, she didn't yell at him but tried to talk to him in a calm voice because she knew he was easily triggered. "She didn't mean to bump on you David, she is just a child you know." David did not acknowledge her but continued playing games on his phone. "You can be nicer to her for my sake." Helen continued, she placed her thin hands on her chest. The long gown she was wearing hung loosely on her body. "Get off my back, I don't care about either of you, and don't push me with your bickering." Helen knew it was time to retreat, but it was her daughter after all and she must protect her from bad people so she went to where he was sitting and squatted facing him.

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

“I promise, I won’t let what happened today ever happen again.” James’ brows pulled together as though he was recalling something from earlier. “Why does David Durant hate our family so much?” he asked. I noticed how Ellison and Diana shared a look with each other. It’s obvious that the two of them knew something but I was the one who spoke up. “David told me that your family is responsible for my parent’s death.” James gaped at me with shock. Diana slowly nodded her head. “When the autopsy reports came in, it revealed that your mother had high traces of position laced in her system.”

“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.”

Seeing Sarah feeling indignant on David's behalf, Selina remained silent. For someone like David, why would he need anyone to feel sorry for him? Moreover, she had long known that Jennifer wasn't David's biological mother. Years ago, David's father Jeff Wilson fell in love with a woman of unknown background behind Jennifer's back. Later, they both died in an accident. When Rachel decided to bring David back, everyone thought Jennifer would object, but she was the first to stand up in support.

"Are you referring to my mother as an evil woman, why had she done to deserve that tittle from you.” David shrugged realizing his manners. "Let me just say the Alfred family were unfortunate in her wicked scheme. It's a long and dreadful encounter but all I know is that this she deserved the death that came to her." Marcella felt anger boiling within her but she suppressed it and turned to listen carefully. "How can you say that my mother deserve death, who are you to be so judgemental?" David started walking away. "I'm sorry for my words about your mother but if you're aware of the things she did then you'll understand my use of words."

Then, lowering his voice, he added, “Between you and me, I never wanted my son to marry that woman Lizzy. Gold-digger, if you ask me.” I barely had time to respond before a well-dressed woman in her fifties approached us. Her smile was warm, but there was an air of elegance about her. So, this is David’s mother. “Nice to meet you, Bella,” she said, her gaze appraising. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Nice to meet you too, ma’am,” I replied, feeling suddenly small under her scrutiny. As we made our way to the dining room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. David’s eyes were on me, but so were the rest of his family’s. The scrutiny was unnerving.