That's Where You're Wrong Kiddo Novels & Stories

If anything, he was letting it happen. "Where do you think you're going? Don't want the money anymore? That's not like you at all. Aren't you always scheming to get money? What's with the holier-than-thou act now?" My cheek burned from the pain. Humiliation surged hot through my veins. "Let go! You won't save your parents? Fine. But what's the point of rehashing old grudges now?" I forced the words out through clenched teeth, every syllable trembling with rage and helplessness.

"You are such a bastard." Next

"My daughter here is unfortunately a stealer." No, no, no, please.

“Yes, Grandpa, you should give me a phone, then I could call you…” “Not a chance! You’re still too young for that. You’re still a child, and it’s important to use things that are appropriate for your age. I’ve seen how other kids get lost in their phones. No, it’s not necessary. Besides, your friend’s house probably has a phone.”

"No, you don’t." And damn him, he was right.

This kid sure was bold, especially for someone older. "Sorry, but I have the right to say what I want."

“Please, I know you are in there and I know I messed up. I shouldn't have said those things. I was wrong. I was hurt and confused, and I took it out on you and that wasn't fair.” But still– silence. I leaned my forehead against the door. “You didn't deserve that,” just continued. “You've always been there for me, and I let my insecurity turn me into some ugly duckling. I'm so sorry.” My voice broke in my last words, but still she said nothing. Tears burned my eyes as I wiped them off angrily, frustrated at myself. “I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just need you to know that I know I was wrong.”

“You’re not dirty.” “Father says I am. Only disgusting, dirty little boys let men do things like that.” I swallowed past a lump in my throat. And I thought I had it bad. “I’m sorry,” he said in a teary voice. “It’s wrong to hurt your mate. Mama always said I have to be good to my mate one day. “It’s okay,” I said in the same kind of consoling voice I used when my brothers were little. I got back up and sat on the chair, just out of Monster's reach. “I’m all right.”

she said. The sneer on Jasper's face deepened after Yvonne's questioning. "You think too highly of them, Ms. Schmidt." He pointed at me and said to the audience, "This woman would come up with all sorts of lies just to get her hands on my money. Who knows? Maybe there hadn't been any surgery done for her son. Or maybe the pacemaker they installed in his chest was so cheap that it melted in the fire. "Regardless, how could we ever trust the child of a liar?"

But she also looked sad. And he didn’t like it. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said. Marilyn let out a small laugh. Not because she found the comment funny. Because she knew he was right. The silence returned. Only this time it felt more uncomfortable. Eventually, she shook her head unconsciously. “I don’t know.” Raymond listened. Marilyn swallowed. Then finally forced herself to continue. “I just realized that I don’t fit into your circle or that of the Abrahams compared to my small apartment and my struggling mother.”