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.”

Celine fled the house. Her hands trembled as she dialed Lucy’s number from a

face like broken beads. She

was Carly’s, haughty and gleeful. “Who are you? This is

Celine troze

Lucy’s soft, doting voice

you. Your classmates are here and asking for you. Don’t forget to

with joy. “Thanks,

was Carly’s

despair. She couldn’t return to Larry’s house, so she wandered aimlessly until she found herself in a

found

told her he’d take her away. He told her that if no one else

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

and water to lower his fever. But when she returned, the cave was

Adam was gone

for him in that cave for days, convinced that he would

Larry found

been searching for her the entire time. He slapped her hard, sending her sprawling to

lace twisted with rage. “You little bitch! How dare you run away! You’re mine, got