The bastard went downstairs and took his
clothes off in the snow and showed people
his wounds.
But Tiffany found him quickly and dragged
him back.
The bastard ran downstairs and showed his
wounds, but he was too quick, and the
weather was too cold.
Tiffany was furious and beat him.
She broke the stick and came to borrow a
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I refused, and she ran downstairs for a stick.
Tiffany didn’t close the door, and I saw the
bloody bastard crawl to the table, take a
phone, and set it up in the corner.
Tiffany didn’t see the phone and started
beating the bastard.
The bastard screamed.
“Mom, don’t hit me! I won’t do it again!”
Tiffany didn’t stop.
“Bastard! I feed you! It’s fine to hit you! If you
piss me off again, I’ll beat you to death! You
don’t have a birth certificate, nobody will
know if you die, and the cops can’t do
anything!”
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She was insane and didn’t see the phone.
That night, a video of the bastard’s abuse
went viral.
I checked it out, and it was a video of Tiffany
hitting the bastard.
There were comments.
“She’s killing the kid! What happened?”
“The kid is calling her mom, how can she
abuse him?”
“She said the cops can’t do anything. Let’s
dox her, and arrest her!”
I commented Tiffany’s name and address.
By midnight, the Tiffany was surrounded by
people.
Her windows were broken, and people were
throwing rotten food and diapers filled with
poop.
Tiffany was furious.
She realized the video had been posted from
her account, and knew the bastard had done
- it.
“Bastard! I’ll kill you!”
Tiffany grabbed a thick stick and hit the
bastard’s legs!
The bastard screamed.
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The neighbors were still there and broke the
door open.
“Stop! You’re still hitting him! I can’t watch
this anymore!”
“Look what you did to him! Are you trying to
kill him?”
I went in and acted surprised.
“Tiffany, you’re insane! He’s your son! Just
because your man left, doesn’t mean you can
take it out on him!”
“Call an ambulance, he’s dying!”
The ambulance came, and Tiffany dragged
me into it.
She seemed happy.
“Brenda, what if the bastard dies? Aren’t you
sad?”
I said, “He’s not my son, why should I be
sad?”
Tiffany laughed and said, “Right, he should
die! His own mom wants him to die!”
The doctors came.
“The kid’s legs are broken and his organs are
damaged. We need to test him. Who’s his
family?”
I shoved Tiffany forward.
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“She’s his mom!”
