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My mother entered, a guilty look etched across her face, her eyes filled with anguish. “Henry,” she whispered. “Would you like some painkillers? Maybe it’ll help you sleep.” The audacity of her words caught me off guard, and I lost it. In a surge of rage, my hand reached out and grabbed the nearest object, hurling it towards her with all the force I could muster. The object flew through the air and collided with her shoulder. She stumbled backward, a whimper escaping her lips, and I watched as her guilt-ridden expression transformed into one of hurt.

Maya returned it saying, "Can I get like a can of maltina or something rich in malt? I've been craving for it for a very long time now." "Sure. Are you home yet?" He walked passed her and glanced over his shoulder to ask. "Not really, why?" "I've missed your company." He nodded and returned his eyes to his front and retreated to go get my girlfriend malt. If only I had a gun, I would have put a bullet in his head. I would have slaughtered him mercilessly like he was some goat that ate all the grains I was meant to feed on. They were all having a conversation with the mother and all I did was swipe my fingers around the keyboard of my screen. My palms were sweaty and shaky and it was just wei

"Get off my father, you deranged, psychopathic bitch!" Grace's thunderous roar echoed through the air as she lunged in front of me. However, I deftly seized her and pulled her back. "What on earth are you doing, you reckless fool?" she scowled at me while I firmly restrained her, paying no heed to her furious screams. Jerod, blood dripping from his wounds, struggled against my mother's fierce attack. But she held him down, preventing him from causing any further harm. Her eyes bore into his, filled with anger and disappointment.

“Your mother was probably a bigger b*tch than me.” He slapped her again and Marlie nodded. “Y-Yeah…go ahead…kill me…” Because in truth, that was what she wanted…it was too hard to do it her f*cking self. More tears dripped down her cheeks, her teeth now bared to him in a grin. “You’re a werewolf…but you slap like your mother…ha ha…you slap like a f*cking b*tch.” “That’s it…I’m f*cking killing you.”

With my approval, he had recorded everything. I then got him to upload the footage online. I did not just want Amelia and Emerald to face legal consequences, but I also wanted them to experience complete social ruin! The footage went viral. [Mother-in-law exaggerated 8,800-dollar wedding gift as 880,000 dollars.] [Bride kicks the groom until he is paralyzed.] The footage quickly shot up to become a trending topic. Within hours, millions of furious netizens discussed it. “My god, this is insane! Are they even humans?”

She never liked her and always called her a gold digger. I know Mother manipulated me and fueled my doubts about Roslyn. But I'm seeing the truth now. She never understood Roslyn. I was blind and foolish. I let Mother's poison consume me. I shouldn't have listened to her lies and her toxic whispers. I'll protect Roslyn from Mother's venom this time. Why did I let Mother control me? Why did I doubt Roslyn's love? I see now that Mother's hatred stemmed from her own insecurities. I won't make the same mistake again. Roslyn deserves my loyalty. I envision us rebuilding our lives together, free from Mother's toxic influence. Roslyn, smiling, laughing, and loving me again. Children, a family, a fu

"Who was that girl? You skip your classes, fail school, and hang around girls? Is that why you came here? Is that how truly useless you are?" My anger ticks, and I clench my jaw. "Why do you care so much? You’ve never cared about me. Not in years, so why are you starting? Why do you care that I’m failing my classes and ruining my chances of any possible future? And yes, I am useless. I’ve always been to you, haven’t I? I’m useless, and I’m a failure for a son. You’ve always regarded me as that, so why do you suddenly care, Mother?"

She was using my best friend to kill me but I still didn't understand what the hell was going on nor why it was happening. My mother had never been one to use violence. She was always wanting to avoid a fight by any means necessary. She was the calmer one of my family but something had happened to her and she wasn't that woman anymore. She was rejoicing at the idea of violence and death. I used the last of my strength to crawl over to my mother and I stood up the best I could before I threw myself at her body and sent her flying backwards against the window seat. I noticed her move her hand to the back of her head and, when she brought it back round, I smelt rather than saw that it was cover

People were already moving on the streets…heading to brunch, to the park, to wherever normal people with normal lives went on Sunday mornings. I pressed my palm against the cool glass. I don’t want to hurt you, Aria.But he would. Eventually. Maybe not with his fists. But there were so many other ways to hurt someone. To slowly chip away at them until there was nothing left but the shape they wanted you to be. I watched it happen to my mother. I watched her shrink and fade until she was just a beautiful accessory on my father’s arm. And in eight months, it would be my turn.

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.