Mom Learns I'm Innocent... After I'm Gone
Language: en
From the moment I could remember, Mom called me a slut. She'd say I was shameless, always trying to seduce my own father, stealing my mom’s man. She’d curse me for being indecent, dressing like a tramp, always trying to pick up any guy I met. The night before my college entrance exams, I called her, begging for help. “Mom, please save me!” All I got in response was the cold, unfeeling sound of a busy signal. She’d hung up on me. A cold, desolate smirk twisted my lips. I looked at the man behind me, his hands reaching out, contorted in a grotesque leer. I turned, and leaped from the…