Sally Face Mom Novels & Stories

“If there’s anything to discuss, eat first before talking to him.” “Mom, I’m not hungry. I ate a lot in the hospital in the afternoon.” Sally smiled at her mother, turned around, and went upstairs, her expression withering when her mother could no longer see her. She did not see much of what Fia sent to her, but just seeing a little had made her wish she could go blind. She was not willing to believe that those things Fia sent to her had anything to do with her brother! “Knock knock knock!” Her knocks were urgent.

The three of them turned to us, their faces lighting up. “Dad, you have to settle this,” Damien declared. “Not tonight,” Alexander replied, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Your mom’s the boss tonight.” “ Boys, there are grocery bags in the car, get them”. I said making my way to the kitchen where Mrs Romano was making afternoon snacks for the kids. “ Hey, Mrs Romano”. I greeted giving her a side hug. “ Hello Mi Amor, how was work?”. She asked.

Her sudden retreat leaves a cold space where her warmth had been. I bite back an annoyed groan when Sally comes into view. “Niko, there you are.” The sound of my name on her lips grate on my nerves. It’s nothing like how Lia says it. Her smile falters when she realizes I’m not alone. Her gaze narrows when it lands on Lia. “Lia, you’re here too,” she says, her tone laced with thinly veiled irritation. “Are you done with meeting my mom?” “Yes, thank you for setting me up with her,” Lia replies with an awkward stiffness.

You’re not pissed, not sobbing, what is it? ‘I don’t know. I… don’t feel anything.’ ‘That doesn’t make any sense!’ ‘Let me finish!’ She swatted him. ‘It really doesn’t feel different. Mom… she’ll always be my Mom even if she didn’t give birth to me. Plus my birth Mom was her sister. I-I just don’t know where my head is right now. I just know I wouldn’t trade what she gave me for the world.’

When I saw the look on Hailey's face, I quickly hurried after them. However, as I reached the stairwell corner, I heard Mom speaking proudly to her in a bright, satisfied voice. "Finally, we can dump Caroline, that burden! She actually thinks I'd help her with treatment? I wish she'd drop dead!" Mom affectionately patted Hailey's hand, and her eyes gleamed. "Hailey, haven't you always liked Ashton Lloyd? Now that Caroline is sick and probably doesn't have much time left, you'll finally get her boyfriend."

After the truck sped past, all that was left on the ground was a pulp of flesh that used to be me. An old woman out for her morning walk nearly had a heart attack at the sight, and the police finally rushed over a few minutes later. Looking down at what was left of me, no longer recognizable as human, one of the officers sighed. "Looks like this one's going to be a tough job for Ms. Sullivan." Ms. Sullivan was my mother, Diane Sullivan, the finest mortician in the city. People said her hands could work miracles, turning ruin into something whole again. No matter how gruesome the death, she could restore the victim's face to exactly how they'd looked in life.

"EAT, BITCH!" “Back the fuck off, Pam!" Stan thundered, pulling Sally out of the way in the nick of time. "That's not true, baby," he said soothingly to a sulking Sally. "Mommy's right. Daddy just wants to fuck. Mommy can—" a sobbing Sally tried, but Stan cut her off, his big hands rubbing her sore ass cheeks.

Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades. Grandpa clutched his chest, gasping for air, and pointed a shaking finger at Mom. His lips trembled but nothing came out. Mom stared at the screen, frozen, then whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. Meanwhile, Dad stood on the stage, looking down at the whole family from above, and tapped the microphone lightly. "I hope everyone's enjoying the gift. Now then, shall we talk about that additional investment?" Mom lunged at the screen like she'd lost her mind. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

With a cold and hidden smile curved on her lips, she threw a thundering slap on Sally's face. "Again!" Sally ordered. She did it over and over again, until Sally's face was covered with bruises. "Now they will see!" Sally stared viciously at an open space. With her bruised face, she went home crying to her parents. "I was having fun at the party last night, when Caro and some bunch of crazy lowlife girls punched down on me and bruised my face" she explained to her parents forcing out tears to attract sympathy, specifically from her mother. "Look at my baby's face!" Sally's mom cursed whosoever it was that did such cruel thing to her only child.

Apologizing profusely, waiting on her constantly. I drew back to fully take in my mom. She was breaktaking. “It’s an absolute dream come true to meet you,” I finally said, my voice wavering. “Oh my sweet Willow. I always knew this day would come, I just didn’t have any idea it would under such wild circumstances. That I would find out Sally lied to me, and to Alma so badly for so long,” she said, holding my face. Sally. I’d have to deal with that later. I couldn’t let that bitch have any more space in my head. Not right now certainly.