David Pelzer Mother Novels & Stories

David was wailing again in tears and this was the first time anyone had ever seen this arrogant man spill all his sorrows there. Valentino himself was stunned to see David who was very visible missing his mother. Almyra, who was present at the funeral and now standing beside Detective Ferisha, shared David's pain. As long as she knew David, Almyra had never seen the young man shed tears, let alone cry.

Margaret secretly took it twenty years earlier. On the back, written in faded blue ink, was a single sentence: “June 12, 2004. This was all I could do. I'm sorry.” I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. Then I slipped the photograph back into the envelope. “Let's go.” “Where?” “I want to visit my mother.”

JACKSON I felt like the wind had been punched out of my lungs. David was Alexia's half-brother? That wasn't some irrelevant piece of information we had overlooked—that changed everything. I turned to Jermaine, my fists tightening. "Are you sure?" Jermaine's expression was serious. He tapped the parchment again. "This record is old, Jackson. There's no mistake. Azure and Alexia's mother had a child before ever meeting Alexia's father. That child was David."

she swallowed, her gaze softening as a sad expression crossed her face. Jamie’s gaze narrowed but he remained quiet, waiting for her to proceed. “My parents hadn’t died in an accident as I’d told you. They… they were murdered,” she waited for him to react but he didn’t. “They were murdered by Henry Davidson, Clifford Davidson’s father, and Ryan’s grandfather,” Jamie’s frown deepened as he wondered where this was heading.

Max watched as I spoke, pride evident in his eyes. David turned to Max. “She grounds you.” Max didn't deny it. “She reminds me why control isn't everything.” David nodded approvingly. After a pause, I hesitated, then spoke. “Grandpa… Max told me last night that you might visit my mother at the hospital today.” David's expression softened immediately. “I intend to.” I blinked in surprise. “You don't have to–” “I want to,” David said firmly. “Mrs. Frost raised a remarkable daughter under difficult circumstances. That alone earns my respect.”

“Sit.” Her voice was crisp and commanding. I sat, my heart pounding but not allowing myself to show it. She smiled faintly. “You’re Mrs. Dahlia. Katherine’s stepmother, right?” I nodded, speaking in a level tone. “Yes, I am. And you?” “I am Zelda.” Her eyes were as sharp as the knives she cooked with. “I am Dacre’s mother.” The mention of his name made me grip the pew so hard my fingers ached. Zelda was a woman of power and sharp edges. She was said to be cold, hard. I had heard stories.

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.”

She remembered him telling her you are not in this alone and together. "No," she said safely. "He isn't going to be angry." She said goodnight, put the phone down, and sat in the quiet dark for a long time. David Carver. A name she had never heard until tonight, attached to a history she had been living next to her entire life without knowing it. Her mother’s address was on that paper simply because a man she trusted had exploited it. It wasn't her mother’s choice, and it wasn't her mother’s guilt. It had become a weapon in Roland's hands all these years.