[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

Mr. Anderson Holland, my father, was an urbane lawyer, but he loved all challenging activities.

I have studied fencing and horse racing with him, and I prefer fencing and boxing to horse racing.I really don't understand how funny it is to ride a stupid creature and race against a few other people who may not be as smart as their mounts?

But I prefer Kendo, whether it is Chinese swordsmanship or Western swordsmanship, they are all so elegant and charming.

And my mother, Mrs. Kelly Holland, was the most beautiful and elegant woman in the world, and I loved her dearly.

She is Athena, wisdom and beauty.

She taught me to play Chopin and Mozart, she read me bedtime stories and kissed me goodnight.

I love her more than my father, more than Sister Maria.

Nothing else, just because she is my mother.

She is an excellent psychiatrist, she corrected many of my wrong ideas, planted the seeds of kindness in my heart, and let it take root.

She doesn't care about the bad habits I brought in from the asylum, that I don't know anything and never take my emotions out on others.

You know, even Sister Gina, who loves me the most, has lost her temper with me because of trivial things in life.

My seventh birthday was spent in an amusement park, a place I'd never been, far away from Gotham, without any darkness.

The clown did a funny dance on stage, my mother took my hand and my father handed me a balloon and hugged us.

The most dazzling moment in my life, like a faint fire in the eternal night, swept across my heart with the force of a prairie fire.

I want to spend every birthday and every Christmas with them.Dancing under the Christmas tree, singing Silent Night together, and watching my parents kiss under the mistletoe.

I want them to be proud of me and know that I can do my best.

I made some friends as they wished, though not much needed.

To be a kind, optimistic and lively little girl, to become the best one.

Like all children in a happy family, I act like a spoiled child and sometimes get awkward, but I am loved.

Everything looks so good until when?

Is it because I find that the days when my father returns home are getting fewer and fewer, or is it because the gentle smile on my mother's face is gradually dimming.

If I hadn't found...

I loathe, I repent, and I curse that woman to God.

She is not my mother, she took her shell and put on her beautiful body, intending to destroy her.

Until that day, I saw it with my own eyes.

On a rainy night, with the sound of thunder, I got up from the bed.

When I walked to the door of my parents, I heard a strange voice.

The mother's suppressed screaming gasps, and an unfamiliar voice.

He insulted her with nasty obscenities, he heckled, he pressed her.

I opened the door and saw the naked mother and another strange man.

"Mom, whatareyoudoing (mother, what are you doing?)"

Panicked, I've never seen a mother like that.

Her hair was messy, she put on a pajamas casually, and walked over.

She grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the basement, telling me that if I told my father she would throw me out.

I don't understand why this happens.

I didn't tell anyone.

But my mother didn't seem to believe it, and she started to feel strange.

She started beating me, smashed the wine bottle on me when she was drunk, hugged me and said sorry when she woke up.

What bothered me the most was her moodiness. In the morning, she taught me how to play waltz with a smile, but in the afternoon she went crazy and threw me into the basement.

Tried to drown me by holding me in the water while I was taking a shower.

In fact, I don't care much, I don't care if she has a "sexual relationship" with other men, and I don't care much if she beats me and scolds me.

But I care, she's going to abandon me and my father.

I heard her say on the phone that she was divorcing her father and going away with her "Mr.right" and that they would have children of their own and another home.So she's leaving everyone, everything, and me.

Is she going to betray her promise?Is she going to betray me?

I get it, she's not my mother.

She is just a demon who snatched my mother's body, wanted to destroy my family, and wanted me to become a poor wretch with nothing.

i will never allow...

On that day when the father worked overtime, the door of the mother's room was closed again.

I secretly called my father and told him that my mother was sick and asked him to come back.

I heard my mother's terrified screams, roars, and cries.

I heard my mother shouting in despair, "You betrayed me first, you think I don't know, your so-called overtime is debauchery with other women I just found my true elover, but you destroyed him." ?And I just found true love, but he is now ruined by you.)

I was desperate and my father betrayed my mother.

So, he killed them.

Through the crack of the door, I saw blood on my mother's beautiful face. She stared at me with wide eyes, full of fear and unwillingness.

How can a traitor live alone.

I took the sharpest knife in the house and walked over to my father who was destroying the body.

Look, mother, the roots are rotten and the shoots can't grow.

The author has something to say: This shows how important a good family and social environment is.