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 dialed

like broken beads. She sobbed and said, “Mom.. Mom,

haughty and gleeful. “Who are you? This is my mom’s phone, not yours. My mom only has one daughter, and that’s

Celine troze

soft, doting

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

nodded with joy.

day was

couldn’t return to Larry’s house, so she wandered aimlessly until she

she found the gravely

take her away. He told her that if

held onto each other for warmth. But by dawn, Adam

find herbs and water to lower his fever. But

Adam was gone

for him in that cave for days, convinced that he would return for her. She truly believed

Larry found

searching for her the entire time. He slapped

rage. “You little bitch! How dare you