Aaron: book Three (Scars 3)
“The brothers grabbed a football and headed to a nearby park. Young, strong and athletic.
That could be a problem.
I stayed watching the mother. She waved her sons off before sitting down on the porch and lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply as if this simple act gave her such joy. She would have been pretty when she was younger; before time and stress engraved lines deep in her skin to make her look older than she really was.
I tried to imagine Rachel at her age. A mother? A loving mother? It didn’t really seem to fit, just like the image of Rachel aging, that didn’t fit either.
And if she did, she would age like her mother with smooth skin, excellent hair and stylish outfits. No, the evil did not age with grace. Everything was a game to her type, even outplaying time… Not that Rachel was evil. I had to get that fucking idea out of my head, but nor was she innocent or naïve. That bitch that gave birth to her had destroyed that.
I tried to put images of the mother and daughter out ...of my head.MoreLess
That could be a problem.
I stayed watching the mother. She waved her sons off before sitting down on the porch and lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply as if this simple act gave her such joy. She would have been pretty when she was younger; before time and stress engraved lines deep in her skin to make her look older than she really was.
I tried to imagine Rachel at her age. A mother? A loving mother? It didn’t really seem to fit, just like the image of Rachel aging, that didn’t fit either.
And if she did, she would age like her mother with smooth skin, excellent hair and stylish outfits. No, the evil did not age with grace. Everything was a game to her type, even outplaying time… Not that Rachel was evil. I had to get that fucking idea out of my head, but nor was she innocent or naïve. That bitch that gave birth to her had destroyed that.
I tried to put images of the mother and daughter out ...of my head.MoreLess
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