News

My dad smashed my jaw for “Talking back.” Mom laughed “That’s what you get for being useless.” Dad said “Maybe now you’ll learn to keep that gutter mouth shut.” I smiled. They had no idea what was coming. – Part 2

In the kitchen, coffee brewed. Not as a ritual of control. As hospitality.

In the Ash Room, someone wrote GUTTER MOUTH in big letters and then, beneath it, added: TRUTH TELLER.

I watched the chalk move. I watched the hand steady.

And I felt, with a clarity that made my chest ache in the best way, the ending that had once felt impossible:

Not that the past disappeared.

But that it no longer owned the future.

THE END!

Disclaimer: Our stories are inspired by real-life events but are carefully rewritten for entertainment. Any resemblance to actual people or situations is purely coincidental.

« Prev Part 1 of 2Part 2 of 2

You Might Also Enjoy