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emails her, the messages piling up in a folder Mara never reads.

I knew the messages were here. The volume still surprises me.

There are hundreds of emails. Thousands, even. The blue dots show that

Mara hasn’t opened a single one.

I start to read through them.

Thousands of messages, but each basically the same: threats, insults, and

above all, guilt trips.

How could you? I’m your mother. What kind of daughter abandons

her family? After everything I did for you. You’re ungrateful. You’re

selfish. You’re so dramatic. You think you had it hard? It’s your own

fault. Who do you think you are? You think you’re an artist? Don’t

make me laugh. Everything you do is for attention. You have no

talent, no brains. You’re lazy. You’re the reason I’m divorced. You’re

the reason your father left. You were a mistake. Everything bad that

ever happened in my life is because of you. I should have aborted you.

I was driving to the clinic to do it, do you know that? God I wish I

could go back to that day. I’d be doing the world a favor. I’m so

ashamed of you. You should be ashamed of yourself. The way you

dress, the way you behave. You’re a slut, a whore. No wonder men

use you and throw you away. No one will ever love you. No one will

ever want you. You’re immature. Worthless. You don’t deserve

happiness, and you’ll never get it. You’re disgusting. You repulse me.

This is why you’ve never had friends. This is why everyone hates you.

You think you’re pretty? With that face and that body? You’re a

scarecrow. A fucking mutant. You’ll never be beautiful like me. You

take after your father and he was hideous. You’re disgusting just like

him. I’ll never understand how you came out of me. I carried you for

nine months. You destroyed my figure, my tits have never been the

same. You were a massive baby, they had to tear you out of me. You

almost killed me. You owe me. You fucking owe me.

On and on, page after page. Sometimes rambling and misspelled,

(particularly the emails sent late at night), sometimes long, eloquent

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