Login to ManoBook
icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
The possessive Mother

The possessive Mother

Asher Hart

5.0
Comment(s)
16
View
1
Chapters

Sa just wanted to be that boy who had fun all his life,but apparently he's protective mom had different designs. This book is just a short work,that i hope reaches out to someone out there,to help them escape from reality even though it's just for a bit.šŸ¤—šŸ¤—

Chapter 1 The Beginning Of The End

Sa

Constant gloominess had been the order of my days for as long as I could remember. There was no peep of sunshine anywhere in my life and each day more and more, I was pulled under by the voices in my head. They had all come to a solid conclusion. To end it all. I'd shake my head anytime it's voice rose up and wheel myself out into the sunlight to at least distract myself with the environment. It was no use. Tears would often leave my eyes but I was used to that too. There was nothing that was going to change. I was still in this wheelchair now and forever. I could not go on like this. I emptied the contents of the little container into my mouth. I thought about the events from the beginning, years back. All began from my parents. From finding each other to knowing just like in the fairytales that they were it for each other forever. After a year in marriage and a baby wasn't forth coming, panic set in. They tried all possible ways to conceive but it was all in vain. Favour smiled on them seven years later when a bouncing baby boy, me was born. I've heard stories that the celebration was massive. I was I had such celebration to keep going each day. After I was born, my mom kept me to her side. Literally. I never left her sight. She became too possessive even denying father the right of holding me. When visitors came around, she'd make excuses of me sleeping when the insisted on rare occasions when I was "awake", she'd quickly take me back saying I needed to feed. I used to enjoy the attention at first but then it became an issue when she wouldn't let me play with neighbors. It was so bad that she enrolled me in the school she taught in. She monitored my every move. I had heard my parents arguing about her behavior and she had plainly said that ", the world is a wicked place and she would do whatever it took to keep her only obim safe." Her sole attention was on me and it made me uncomfortable. I had tried sneaking out a few times when I was still little to play with the boys in the neighborhood but she had come out shouting for me. She dragged me by the ear all the way home. My father left two days after that. I was left with my mother. I was not happy. When I was nine, my mother shattered me. I was in my own room sleeping peacefully dreaming of life in another place where I was free from this cursed love of a mother. Pain shot up from my knees throughout my whole body. My eyes flew up in horror at what was in front of me. My own mother using her pestle to pound my own knees. I scrambled from the bed. It didn't deter her. I fell to the floor. I screamed and screamed for help. I was crying profusely begging my mother to stop. I asked her why, why do this to your own son. Her only reply "to keep you safe obim. It's a dangerous world out there". I hated my mother. I didn't say a word to her after that day not when the doctors at the hospital told me I would no longer be able to use my legs, not when we reached home with her pushing me, not when she knelt in front of me begging that she didn't know what came over her. I retreated into my self. Now three years had passed and as young as I was, I wasn't given a chance at a normal life. I was desperately looking for ways to escape this reality. I haven't opened my mouth to my mother and I had no plans of. Not when she was holding me in her arms crying and shouting for help. Not when she begged me to open my eyes. I simply stared at her and my pathetic body in her arms. I shook my head and made on in the opposite direction.

Continue Reading

You'll also like

After Rebirth, She Became a Real Billionaire

After Rebirth, She Became a Real Billionaire

Rashmi
4.3

Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... ā€œBitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!ā€ Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, ā€œJasper, it was not what you think… I… I canā€¦ā€ Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, ā€œLet’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.ā€ After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book