Status Updates From If There Be Thorns (Dollang...

‘“You wouldn’t have to do anything to save Momma from drowning, Daddy, if Momma was pure and without sin. God would save her.”’

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‘“You flaunted your beauty before me!” screamed out an enraged old man, “tormenting me when you were a child—teasing me when you were an adolescent, thinking you could have your fun and I could never harm you. Then when you married your half uncle and came back to disinherit me, you treated me like I wasn’t even there—just another piece of furniture to ignore....”’

Pedo incels gonna incel

‘“You loved my real daddy?” he asked unbelievably. “You really did love him, even if you seduced and killed him?”’

Bro I can't

“Some women can’t live without a man to run their affairs, and that’s what I am—someone to lean on.”

Okay Andrew Tate

“For some reason I couldn’t force myself to read beyond the time when first a brother betrayed his sister by forcing himself upon her. That this man beside me could rape his own sister when she was only fifteen was beyond my comprehension, beyond my ability to sympathize no matter how desperate his need had been...”

Same Jory same

‘“Momma!” I yelled, “unlock my door! I’ll kill myself if you don’t! I know all about you now, what you and your brother are doing—the people next door told me everything about your childhood. And your book told me the rest. Unlock my door, if you don’t want to come in and see me dead.”’

Fine go kill yourself Bart

“Look at that, trying to win me moments before her death . . . and her redemption. God would feel pity for her when she was butchered, humiliated in every way possible.”

Omg Bart that's your mother!

‘“What yah gonna do, harlot? Use Cindy for a shield? It won’t work, won’t work, I’ll get the both of you . . . And the police can’t touch me. I’m only ten years old, only ten, only ten, only ten, only ten . . .” and on and on I kept saying that like I was a needle stuck in the same groove.’

He gets worse and worse JESUS

‘“Why don’t you spank me, Momma? Come on . . . let me see what you can do to hurt me.” I held my knife in position, ready to jab it if she dared to move closer.’

Bro this kid 😬

‘I yanked a hair from my head and held one end between my teeth as I pulled with one hand to stretch it taut. Easily my knife sliced it in two. “Good knife,” I said, “sharp as a razor for shaving. Good for cutting off legs, arms, hair . . .” I grinned as she looked scared. Powerful. I felt so powerful. John Amos was right. Women were only timid, fearful imitations of men.’

Yeah he's gonna kill someone

‘“I hate you!” I whispered fiercely, trying to stab him with the glare of my eyes. “You think you are safe, don’t you? You think a doctor can’t be punished—but God has sent the black angel of his wrath to see that you and your sister are punished for the evil you have done!”’

😬

‘What was it John Amos kept saying? “Your mother made all the bad things happen. Every one of the bad things was her fault—that’s the way of women, especially beautiful women. Evil through and through, tricky, sinful beautiful women, out to steal from men.”’

This little boy's out here getting redpilled and it genuinely makes me sad

‘Briskly I jumped out and raced to open her door, but she was out before I got there, and just behind her Bart was stabbing into the air with his knife. “Death to the enemy! Death to all old ladies who wear black raggedy clothes! Death, death, death!”’

Ummm can we get this kid some help before he kills someone??

“Through my mind kept running the steady stream of age, years and years of age difference, and Dad wasn’t that much older than Mom, only two years and a few months. She was born in April, he was born in November. And they were so much alike in coloring, in background, they spoke without even saying a word, just a glance and they understood.”

Come on Jory you got this 🫠

“Grandmother, why is it all grandmothers like to wear black?”

???? Jory what

‘“Spaghetti?” snapped Madame. “You mean you eat that kind of junk? You allow my grandson to eat starches? Years and years ago I warned you to stay away from pasta! Really, Catherine, don’t you ever learn?”’

Whoa calm down carb hater

‘Again she glance at the portrait of Dad. “And does your brother still live with you?”

Silence came and burdened the air as Mom studied the smiling portrait of my stepfather Chris. What brother was she talking about? Mom didn’t have a brother anymore. Why did Madame look at Dad when she asked about Cory?’

Jory your stepdad and mom are siblings!!

‘“Grandmother, Mom is writing a book.”

“A book? Dancers can’t write books!”’

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‘“The worst thing about growing old is being lonely, feeling so alone, so purposeless, so used up.”’

Damn grandma 😬

‘“Yes, Mother,” he said mockingly, grinning. “I know your lesson by heart. Melodie is a sweet, nice, innocent girl who would be insulted if I took advantage of her, so I’ll insult her by not taking advantage.”

She made a face at him—he just smiled back.’

Jory wtf

‘“...I know he would have stayed on with me, even as he looked around for the next pretty face and younger body.”

My own daddy. My own blood father wouldn’t have wanted my momma after all.’

Yeah let's dump this old stalker lady, Bart

“You’re a mean, hateful little boy, Bart Sheffield, and it’s no wonder you don’t have any friends, no wonder at all!”

Okay but is she wrong though

“I know he would have stayed on with me, even as he looked around for the next pretty face and younger body.”

Lady 👁️👄👁️

“It’s amazing how he could be born with so little grace, when his mother has so much.”

Maybe if everyone wouldn't have talked shit about Bart behind his back then maybe he wouldn't have turned out into a damn sociopath 🤷🏽‍♀️

‘“Your brother Jory, do you like him?”

Jory was okay. He’d be better if he was more clumsy than me, and ugly too.’

I'm crying

“You listen to me, Bart, and stop pretending you’re an old man named Malcolm Neal Foxworth, whoever he is!”

💀

‘“YOU! YOU!” I screamed. “You’ve been eating and drinking, and having a good time! And all the time I was at death’s door and you didn’t care. And I thought you loved me. I thought you’d miss me a whole lot. And now you don’t even bark-whinny to tell me you’re glad I’m back! I HATE YOU, APPLE! HATE YOU FOR NOT CARING ENOUGH!”’

He's outta control 😬