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Chapter 9
Her laughter was raw, bordering on hysterical.
“Walls have ears, Mitchell. You made her suffer–now it’s your turn to burn.”
The mask fell away completely. The man I’d called “Father” vanished, replaced by something utterly grotesque–something poisoned to its core.
He casually sat down on sofa, lit a cigar, and regarded Mom crumpled on the floor with amused detachment.
“I should thank you for your exquisite genes,” he said lightly, “otherwise I wouldn’t have enjoyed myself quite so thoroughly.”
“That feeling is still unforgettable–absolutely intoxicating!”
“Too bad they’re grown now, not nearly as… entertaining.”
Mom screamed, “Chelsea and Zoe are your daughters! How could you do such sick things to them?!”
At that moment, everything clicked into horrifying focus.
I thought, I had already fully understood why my mom had wanted to beat me to death.
My hands shook violently as I dialed 911, tears streaming down my face that I hadn’t even registered.
Dad took another long drag from his cigar, looking utterly unbothered.
“A man’s appetites aren’t for you to judge,” he purred. “Be a good little breeding factory and pop out girls for me–you’ll want for nothing.”
Mom spat again. “You’re going to pay for this! You sick bastard! God will punish you!”
Hearing this, Dad extinguished his cigar on the antique side table, grabbed Mom and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight.
“Before God shows up, you’re damn well going to bear my children!”
But Mom shattered his fantasy with five simple words:
“Dream on. I got hysterectomy!”
His eyes went wild with fury, veins standing out on his forehead as he grabbed her throat with both hands.
“Then just fucking die! I’ll find another bitch to breed!”
This time, his grip was deadly serious. Mom’s struggles grew weaker as seconds ticked by.
Just as her movements began to flag, I burst through the door with Officer Kate and two uniformed cops right behind me.
“FREEZE! Let her go! Hands in the air, NOW!” Kate bellowed, service weapon aimed directly at my father’s head.
He froze mid–strangling–but still had the audacity to threaten legal action against the officers for “illegal entry.”
Kate didn’t waste breath on his bullshit. With a sharp jerk of her chin, she dispatched the two male officers to tackle him.
“Robert Mitchell,” Kate recited “you are under arrest for child abuse, financial fraud, and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent…”
In all that chaos, the cops hauled my father away for questioning.
Later, Officer Kate explained everything: she had deliberately released my mother to use the pregnancy as bait to control my father until they could
build a solid case.
I finally learned that the “loving father” I’d grown up with was actually a monster beyond redemption.
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Chapter 9
While projecting the image of a respectable CEO to the world, he’d been running a criminal empire behind closed doors,
His substantial connections in both legitimate business and organized crime had forced law enforcement to proceed with extreme caution. Any premature move risked sending him underground and potentially causing collateral damage, Deep undercover work was their only viable option.
Thankfully, they finally gathered enough evidence to nail him.
Three months later, in a packed courtroom, the judge delivered Robert Mitchell’s sentence life imprisonment without possibility of parole.
During my first prison visit, I sat across from him, separated by bulletproof glass.
His eyes still glinted with that same unrepentant hunger.
“What a shame,” he leered, licking his lips. “I was so close to having you. Even prepared our special getaway house. Had I known things would turn out this way, I wouldn’t have bothered with the one in your mother’s womb.”
He showed not a single shred of remorse, and all that welled up within me was a nauseating wave of disgust.
How could a father be this depraved–a pedophile who preyed on his own flesh and blood?
“You’re going to spend the rest of your life behind bars, and you still can’t admit what you did was wrong?
Robert Mitchell smiled, all teeth and malice.
“At least I had my fun while it lasted! Worth every fucking second!” His laughter echoed through the visitation room.
I felt utterly drained, empty.
My poor sisters and mother, trapped for years in the clutches of such a monster.
I didn’t waste another word on him–just stood up and walked away, leaving him with one parting shot:
“You’re going to burn in hell for eternity. Your sins can never be washed away. The flames will consume every part of you.”
Later, I moved back home with Mom and my sisters. We never spoke of that monster again–until Kate called with news: he’d been beaten to death in prison.
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