i fuckin hate dependent bitches. my mum is a stupid, shallow, two faced cunt who's so weak it's beyond pathetic. she's shameless, self effacing, a real little bitch who needed to be taught a lesson.
my bro, also a snobby little cocksucker (mum loves to dote on him so) pissed me off one day so i decided to roast him like the gutted pig he is. i got out my butane lighter and a can of raid and waited til that little snot nosed shit was alone for the day, caught him right as he was coming out of his room and blasted the fuck out of his arm and chest. left second to third degree burns all over his upper body.
cue useless pos mother flying home to the rescue. she has to be the savior, the center of spotlight, the celebrity soccer mom when her precious little son is in danger. she gets to the hospital late ofc, too busy doing absolutely nothing at her job. good at deflecting and wearing her fake tan though, the nurses look at her like she's some crazy lunatic barging in on her son.
she apologizes profusely for being late, she didn't know!! her voice shrill enough to break fucking glass. the burns are pussing yellow and bleeding red. she learns some hazy version of the story from my bro, who refuses to tell her the real details, he's a weak little pussyboy faggot, too scared to admit shame. just like a real woman.
cause of accident: bonfire.
cue the histrionic show, complete with bursting of tears, wracking sobs, blimey hysterics, all the while looking at him like he's some damaged goods and poor her because now he's going to be scarred for the rest of HER fucking life.
her reputation as a pristine mother theresa was starting to crack. back to home they go.
broski had a little get together planned for that weekend, all his buds were going. his face wrapped up in bandages, he was beginning to look like a real arab. they came by the house to pick him up, mum of course, took this opportunity to be her ever giving, ever loving self once more. she opened the door with a smile, greeting them into her home with all her charming glory. it was ridiculous.
the house is a mess when they walk in, there's dirt and trash everywhere. she hasn't been home in weeks. she's too busy running off to some fantasy land where real men wait to dote on her with diamonds. she thinks she can con her way through this, her ego starts to get the best of her...
down the crack grows.
his friends were with him at the hospital. one look around the house, and they go quiet. she goes on chattering, asking them about their day: she hasn't seen them in so long. how has school been, how was work? she says nothing about the incident, it's no big deal, just a little wound, nothing to see here. meanwhile my brother's struggling to put on his jacket, his shoes are untied, he can't bend over his bandages, he's cleaning the scabs off his arm as best as he can...
good thing the bitch cares more about her image than someone in pain.
they give her snub replies. it gets even more ludicrous. bitch is so self absorbed, convinced in her charm, she doesn't realize they're onto her. she's lost them, childhood friends of my bro's who used to think she was a kind, sweet lady who could do no harm...
but it gets better.
the next day, work calls. she's been out for a week. what the fuck is going on? a bonfire, she says. your son hurt himself from a fuckin bonfire?? he's just a kid! she says. a 22 year old, irresponsible, young, stupid, foolish little "kid".... he doesn't know what he's doing.
(and do you?)
the derision is apparent through the phone. the crack grows wider, won't be much longer now... theresa's turning in her grave.
tbc. . .