Please Love Me Mom Novel by Jane. A _ Novel





Please Love Me Mom Chapter 01

My mom locked me in an iron cage, after I helped her escape from the rapist.
“She’s that little monster!” She yelled. Because the rapist was my father.
The mother’s husband Oliver took her back to their villa.
What awaited me was a dark, damp toolshed and endless abuse.
But I was not sad.
Because when Oliver held mom in his arms, the smile on her face was something I had never seen.
I endured every abuse, including my brother pushing me down the stairs.
I lie broken in the hospital and wondered when they would kill me.
But at that moment, Oliver got a document.
My paternal chromosomes were a perfect match with Oliver’s.
I was his biological daughter.
Chapter 1
When I was seven, I came down with a high fever. For the first time, my father took me to a local clinic.
In front of the nurses, I recited the phone number my mother had made me memorize a thousand times.
The next day, an endless line of cars snaked into the mountains.
Men cut the iron chains from my mother’s ankles with chainsaws and broke my father’s limbs.
Stunned, I watched as my mother walked past me and threw herself into the arms of the man leading them.
As everyone prepared to leave, I was left behind.
Timidly, I called out, “Mommy…”
But she kicked me hard to the ground. “Don’t call me that! The sight of you disgusts me. I wish you were dead!”
I froze where I lay. She had promised to reward me if I recited that number…
The man in charge steadied my agitated mother.
Throughout it all, his gaze never left her, as if I were invisible.
“Calm down, Gillian,” he told her. “Let’s go home.”
Just then, a little boy in a neat, tailored suit stepped out of one of the cars.
He ran to my mother and wrapped his arms around her leg, staring at me warily.
It was as though I were a monster.
The leading man gestured, and two men in black moved toward me.
They reached for my arms.
My mother suddenly screamed hysterically, “Don’t touch her! Her blood is tainted!”
The two men halted.
Then, one of them produced a heavy iron cage from nowhere, a cage used for confining animals.
It still had a pet food bowl hanging from it, reeking of decay.
They opened the cage door, grabbed me roughly, and shoved me inside.
Pointing at me, the boy asked, “Daddy, is this monster coming home with us?”
The cage door clanged shut in my face.
Treated like an animal, I was thrown into the trunk of a jeep.
As the convoy bumped along the rugged mountain road, my head kept hitting the metal bars.
The wound on my forehead split open. Blood and sweat stung my eyes, burning with pain.
My stomach churned, and I vomited violently.
Halfway there, the convoy stopped for a break.
The driver opened the trunk and saw me in the cage.
Perhaps out of pity, he unscrewed a bottle of water and reached to hand it to me.
“Here, little girl, have some water.”
But a hand stopped him.
It was the man named Oliver Cantrell.
He shot the driver a cold glare. “Mind your own business.”
The driver immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to say another word.
As the trunk slammed shut, the last sliver of light vanished.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally stopped.
The cage was dragged out and slammed heavily onto the ground.
Before me stood a house I had never seen before—grand and magnificent, like a palace.
That little boy, Jerome Cantrell, proudly held my mother’s hand.
“Mommy, welcome home! Daddy and I cleaned your room—you won’t find a speck of dust!”
He glanced back at me, his voice dripping with pride.
“No more traces of bad people!”
Everyone crowded around my mother and entered the brightly lit villa.
The large door slowly closed in front of me.
Locked in the cold iron cage, I was forgotten in the yard.
The night grew deeper and colder.

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