Chapter 4
When Brenda and Tom were occupied with
Alex, I took the hellspawn to the kitchen and
gave him two bananas.
He crammed them down and hugged my leg, crying. “You’re nice! I wish you were my mom! Can you adopt me? I don’t want to be with
Brenda.”
My sarcasm was off the charts.
I was nice to him in the last life, and he had
killed me with a smile on his face. Why would I
care about that?
I patted his head. “But you have a mom. Kids. need to be orphans for me to adopt them, you
know?”
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The hellspawn had a moment of silence.
I gave him two more bananas and I said, “You
poor thing. If they knew that you were injured,
they would take your mother away.”
The hellspawn was smart. I only said a few
words and he knew what to do. That night, he
did something major.
The hellspawn ran downstairs in winter and
stripped all his clothes off.
Brenda caught him and dragged him home.
He hadn’t been outside for that long.
Brenda was enraged. After she broke her stick,
she came to my place to look for a metal bar.
When I refused, she ran downstairs.
She didn’t close the door. Through the doorway,
I saw the hellspawn covered in blood. He picked
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I saw the hellspawn covered in blood. He picked
up the cellphone and pointed it at the room.
Brenda returned and didn’t notice the phone
was missing. She beat him again.
He begged her to stop.
“If you make me mad again, I’ll kill you! You
don’t even have an id, and no one will be able
to tell that you died. No one will even notice!”
She was going mad. She attacked him, but the
cellphone was active.
That night, a video was viral.
Brenda was abusing him.
There were thousands of comments.
“This woman is crazy! Someone save that kid!”
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“She’s supposed to be his mother! This is
crazy!”
“Someone track her and bring her to justice!”
I had a burner account and I posted her
address.
Before dawn, Brenda was besieged with hate
from the Internet.
Brenda had noticed that her video had been
posted with her account.
“You set me up! When I find you, you’re dead!”
She grabbed a large plank and hacked at his
legs.
He screamed.
Meanwhile, Internet users had heard him and
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“Stop! What’s wrong with you?”
“Someone call an ambulance!”
I squeezed in and acted surprised. “Brenda!
What are you doing! He’s your son! Your
husband divorced you! What do you want?”
“Call an ambulance!”
Brenda was dragged off the bus with me.
She wasn’t worried. “You’re going to cry when
the brat dies, right?”
I said, “It’s not my son. Why would I cry?”
Brenda laughed. “Yeah. He should have died in
the womb. This is great!”
