The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 77

As a little girl, Celine had to take over the chores of Larry’s late wife. Each day, she washed clothes, cooked meals, and bore the brunt of his bearings.

Larry would yank her hair, kick her, and whipher with a belt. Those days were almost unbearable.

As Celine grew older, her beauty because strikingly evident in the countryside. But with her beauty came an even greater nightmare.

Larry’s lecherous gaze turned predatory. He would force her onto his lap, pressing his alcohol laden, sweat–drenched face against hers.

Bathing at night, she’d lock the door with trembling hands. But when she glanced back, she would only find his leering eyes peering through the crack, a sick grin spread across

his face

Those memories haunted her childhood like a recurring nightmare.

One day, Larry brought two of his drinking buddies home. They teased him, saying, “Tarry, why don’t you find yourself a new wife?”

Larry chuckled darkly. “My new wife’s already at home, just need a little more time to grow up.”

His friends immediately caught on, grinning knowingly, “Damn, backy you. We’d kill for that kind of luck.”

Her hands trembled as she

call connected, tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She sobbed and said, “Mom.. Mom, please

This is my mom’s phone,

Celine troze

soft, doting voice

got for you. Your classmates are here and asking for you.

with joy. “Thanks,

was Carly’s

couldn’t return to Larry’s house, so

where she found

away. He told her that if no

they held onto each other for warmth. But by dawn, Adam was burning with fever. He kept muttering, “Water

cave alone to find herbs and water to lower his fever. But when she returned, the

Adam was gone

days, convinced that he would return

Larry found

her the entire time. He slapped

little bitch! How dare you run away!