Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur Novels & Stories

That person was indeed Sonnia, but she was looking at them with wide, lifeless eyes, it was as empty as a puppet's eyes. She did not speak as she walked toward them in a weird pose while wearing a black dress, wait, that wasn't a black dress. It was a white maternity dress that had been partially soaked in blood. With her left hand covering her crooked neck, she struggled to hold her neck in place. It seemed as though her neck was about to fall off. Catching sight of them, Sonnia walked lopsidedly toward the group. When her left hand loosened and fell from her neck, a stream of blood gushed out like a fountain.

" Sonia screams at madre in a desperate attempt to save her dear Desmond as well as her newfound friends. 'what are you doing!?' Desmond screams at Sonia telepathically but she doesn't reply. Madre stares at her for a while and then she stares at Desmond. She snaps her fingers and the front of Desmond's shirt rips showing his bloody cuts and the crowd gasps. She snaps her fingers again and Timothy grunts and falls to the ground holding onto his aching back. Madre snaps her finger again and Dana's sleeves fall off her arms revealing bruises on both her arms adding to the obvious scars on her legs. Madre smiles at Sonia and snaps her fingers but nothing happens to Sonia. Madre suddenly grunts

Her vision became blurry, but she and her son were safe now as Zachary’s men had arrived… She let go of her son and fell to the side. Blacking out, Liberty let the darkness swallow her as a whole. “Ms. Hunt!” “Mom! Mom!” Scared stiff, Sonny kept pushing his mother, but his mom remained still. With blood gushing out of his mother, Sonny tried to wipe away the blood in a fluster. Yet, blood kept coming out. He tried to cover his mother’s injuries with his hands, but Mom had more than one cut. Sonny did not have enough hands for all the injuries.

“Show me the surveillance footage from the first day of the SAT.” Mom’s voice was cold and quiet, startling the security guard. He quickly pulled up the footage. The scene from that day played out again before my eyes. I stepped back instinctively. On the screen, I suddenly stopped, clutching my chest and collapsing to the ground. When I saw Mom, I reached out to her weakly. Behind me, Sylvia also collapsed, clutching her stomach. The next second, Mom closed her eyes. It was the moment she’d kicked me away—and I’d hit my head.

When she took notice of her son's face, she gasped, hands clamping her mouth. "Oh boy," Jackson mumbled under his breath. "Hi, Mom," "What happened to you?" she took long strides toward her son, touching the bandage on his face. "Did you-" "I'm fine Mom," Jackson said prying her hands from his face. "I just banged my head that's all. it's nothing," "Let me have a look," she said standing on her tiptoes to reach for the plaster. "Mom, I'm fine. It's nothing," Jackson said. Sandra eyed him for a moment.

The photograph on the coffee table made me stop. I didn’t recognize it. Mom couldn’t have been much older than I was now. Her hair was longer than I remembered it, blowing across half her face while she laughed at whoever held the camera. Sonya stood beside her. They were both filthy. Mud streaked their jeans and covered their shoes, and Sonya had one arm hooked around Mom’s neck while Mom held two fingers behind her head. I walked closer. “I’ve never seen this.” “No.” Sonya’s voice was quiet. “You haven’t.”

“That’s actually a very good question.” I roll my eyes. Why is this suddenly my fault? She provided the egg. “Wait!” I shout suddenly. “I see something!” My heart leaps into my throat. “His head! It’s his head!” I hope. “Mel — PUSH!” Dad yells through the phone. Mel screams, her whole body tensing as she bears down with everything she’s got. “Don’t pull him,” Dad instructs. “Just guide him. Support his head and neck.” My hands move automatically.

But she persists, relentlessly delivering blows and kicks that leave me disoriented and my vision blurred. “Mom, I want to clarify that I never engaged in any flirtatious behavior with her boyfriend,” I earnestly plead, hoping to convey my innocence and dispel any misunderstandings. “Never address me as 'mom' again, you wretched creature,” Mom's voice reverberates through the room as her foot connects with my head, plunging me into a world of darkness.

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

he hissed through gritted teeth, reaching for it desperately. Sonia held the camera high, dangling it just out of reach like a prize. She turned it over in her hands, inspecting it with exaggerated disgust. “This piece of junk? School property, right?” She smirked, dragging a long, perfectly painted nail slowly along the cracked corner of the casing. The scratching sound made Leon’s stomach twist. “Too bad it’s already scratched. Maybe it needs a little more… personality.” She raised the camera dramatically above her head, aiming it straight down at the hard concrete pavement. The afternoon sun glinted off the lens like a mocking eye.