My Evil Mother Atwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

She lived in my mirror and only appeared to me whenever I stood in front of it. Mother said she cherished me nonetheless and that was why she was shielding me from the rest of the vain world. With my favourite book, 'Gulliver's Travels' as my companion, I uncovered the truth. The world was filled with odious yahoos that lived a life of evil, vices, falsehood, brutality and every crime that one can and can't think of. So, one day, I did mother a favor, wiping a brute from the face of the earth as their very existence was a malady that the earth ails and suffereth from.

RATED R!!!!! ABUSE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL THIS SCENE WILL UPSET YOU. THIS IS PART OF ATTICUS's back story. This is not a must-read chapter. ATTICUS'S MOTHER DIES IN THIS CHAPTER AND THAT IS THE ONLY DETAIL OF THIS CHAPTER YOU NEED TO KNOW. Atticus and Adeline were subjected to the cruelest acts that could be done to a living person. Please feel free to skip it. I write things like this because Darkness like this happens in the real world today. Children need our protection. Hugs and love to everyone who has ever suffered abuse.

My fingernails bit into my palms so that I could focus on the sensation and not my thoughts. I found out about this disaster when my mom and India were gossiping in the kitchen about how the poison was going to slowly eat Lenora until she took her last breath and how no human doctor could ever help her. Then I figured out that it was the reason behind my mom's overconfidence that my dad was never going to see Lenora again. "You are evil!" I barged into the kitchen and yelled at my mom and India. "So evil that the devil should be called a saint!"

“The. Young. Men. Are. Evil. They. Hurt. Lena.” She heard me. She sighed. “And how do you know that? They are your special doctors. You are not suppose to hurt them. How will you explain the death of your father? How? Goodness me, I don't even know what to believe right now. Your mother, you killed her! How evil could you mother be for you to kill her with your own hands? Then your father? I know that man, he can never be evil.” She ran her hand in her hair.

my mom stroked her arm that she realized was in a dilemma and she looked at Matendechere, her eyes bright and wet. "I saw it.” she whispered and she furrowed her brows. “What? Saw what Nina?" She was warned, never dare go outside, it is still there, it will eat you, don't go out into the woods. She didn’t feel her stroke her face as his words processed in her head. The pain was there, hazy, but there, and so was the sense of reality; the smell of dead rotting creature, the sound of an erratic heart beating uncoordinated, the darkness, and their cold breeze. Tears escaped from her eyes and she gripped the woman, she got hold of her.

“She made her stand naked in the room after bathing her with freezing water.” Evie’s mother had been totally horrified upon hearing that. When Evie asked her why the girl’s mother was mean to her daughter, her mother said that there were some people who were born with a sick heart and mind, and were evil to the core. The girl’s mother was very sick. To console her, Evie’s mom said that evil people would get their just desserts and taste the same or worse kind of pain they inflicted on others when heaven punished them.

I was just waiting for the right time to destroy everything good for them. Maybe I was waiting for them to have everything they desired before striking them with something so horrible that they would never be able to forget the pain. Just like my Mother did. She Waited for ten years before one day she decided to tell my loving father that his blood did not run in my veins. Why? Just to turn him into a monster. Just to know how it felt like to be a victim and making him a Villian when in all truth... Mom was the Villian. The purest form of evil. The one who liked to turn people into monsters just to get to feel like a Victim.

"Look at the son you've raised! He's a murderer! If I'd known, I never would've married you!" All Dad could feel in that moment was the scorn of everyone around him, so he pushed all the blame onto Mom. Mom lowered her head to look at my portrait and whispered, "Frank, our entire family has wronged you. Wait for us. We must atone for our sins." Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mom raised my heavy urn and smashed it with all her force onto Dad's and Andrew's heads.

“That book was written by none other than the Council. Of course, only their good deeds would be showcased in that book. But, as far as I know, they colonized all of the villages that they helped.” I stayed silent. It really seems like everything that I knew was a lie, and all the signs pointed to my mother being an evil person. “Can you show me some proof? Of the wrongdoings of my mother?” I asked, dejectedness evident in my voice. I just really want tangible proof that my mom is a bad person so that I would stop holding onto the thought that maybe, just maybe, she was only mistaken. “Are you sure?” Emery asked, looking at me with worried eyes.

It suits her. I spent New Year’s Eve alone in my room. Satan’s spawn had filled the house with her evil cronies who I detest to the point that I can’t be around them. I know that they had a drunken orgie. The stench of sex and stale booze hung in the air for hours while I waited for the staff to clean up her mess. It was so bad that I had to eat my breakfast outside, so I didn’t have it tainted by the rotten air. And so, the year begins. She stopped reading and closed her eyes. She was able to envision the large rat in a cage, but she wasn’t sure if it was simply because she’d just read about it or if her memories were returning. Encouraged, she read on.