Since she wanted to see it with her own eyes, I tried my best to make her give up.
So, I stole the eggs from my grandma's chicken coop and exchanged them for money.
In order not to let them find out and kick me out, I had to steal a few every day.
It was just that those chickens were being wronged. My grandma said these chickens were becoming less useful.
Half a month later, I saved some money and exchanged some wine for my father.
He was addicted to alcohol. When he saw me giving him wine, he burst into laughter.
By the time I walked out the door, he had already started drinking.
After returning home, I thought it was about time, so I took my mother to find him.
She was puzzled. "Didn't you always hate him? Will wonders never cease?"
"Come on, I'll show you what kind of person he is."
Without giving my mother a chance to refuse, I pulled her and ran to his house.
When we arrived, his face was flushed.
He looked at us and handed a glass of wine to my mother.
My mother frowned and pushed it away.
He thought that he had been insulted, so he slapped my mother.
To let her know the real Jackson, I deliberately provoked him.
I said to my mother, "I've told you that he is not a good man. Look at him. He should be single."
He has been unhappy with me for a long time.
But he had to endure me for my mother's sake.
Under the influence of alcohol, he completely lost his reason.
I was kicked by him and flew far away.
He was still not satisfied.
Ignoring my mother's obstruction and my screams, he grabbed a chair and smashed it towards my head.
In the end, it was a passing neighbor who discovered us and stopped the crazy man.
When I came out of the clinic, I was almost wrapped up like a mummy.
I didn't forget to tell my mother, "You see, this is how Jackson Brady behaves when he's drunk. Be careful and don't get involved with him. Otherwise, what happened to me today will happen to you in the future."
In her previous life, she lived like this for a whole 25 years.
Every time my father got drunk, he always found trouble with my mother.
My mother's body was covered in bruises every day.
In several serious beatings, several of her ribs were broken.
At that time, she did consider divorce.
But she and my grandmother relied on each other.
Every time my mother mentioned divorce, he would threaten her by killing my grandmother.
Later, after I was born, he used my life as a threat.