My name is Jack Sullivan, what can I say about myself? I've been doing a lot of shit to survive. Since I was born, I feel like my mother didn't like me, at the age of 7 she stopped doing things for me and started going out with different men...
Every night there was a different man inside the house, it was complete shit I had to listen to the shit that happened at dawn this lasted for 3 years until I got tired of this shit and simply went to live on the streets, I couldn't stand all this shit, my life on the streets taught me many things the main one is that you need "Friends" in the meantime many people helped me, taught me everything I need to know about life, taught me that not every blood family is your family....
But about a year later, when I was 11 years old, my mother found me and tried to take me away the first time, but I resisted and didn't go. The guys who were there by my side told me to go with her, that no matter what happened, she was still my mother and that I had a future ahead of me, "all that old blah blah blah...
I didn't accept it, but she didn't give up, coming to talk to me almost every day. She really wanted me to go home with her. I could see in her eyes that she was emotionally and physically shaken. I felt torn between the anger and the pity I felt for her. I didn't know anything about my own mother. She only raised me, but she was always distant, always saying good morning and good night to me and doing things. I never understood why she didn't work and where all the money we survived on came from. Maybe it was from my father? So I asked her that day, who was my father? Where did all the money you have come from? She didn't want to tell me that... so I sent her away again, but the next day she didn't show up. It was like that for 3 weeks until she showed up for the last time...
That day, she looked thinner and more haggard than I remembered. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was disheveled. She held a picture of me in her hands, as if she were begging me to come back as her son. Jack felt a lump in his throat. I couldn't hate her, but I couldn't trust her either. I wondered if she had really changed, or if she was just putting on an act to get him to come home. I had to make a decision, but I didn't know what the right one was.
"What do you want here today Martha? Wasn't last time enough for you?" I asked her.
"Son, please listen to me, I'm not well, I'm sick, I only have a short time to live" She told me with her swollen eyes and her appearance not at all pleasing to the eyes...
Ham? What the fuck are you talking about, old lady? Who's your son? "You lost the right to call me that when you started spreading your legs for a bunch of strangers, with your 7 year old son listening to all that shit while trying to sleep, do you know what the FUCK this is?" I screamed at her all these words, everyone who was there already knew my story of course...
wait jack don't talk to your mother like that come here kid let me tell you something... "So bob, one of the homeless people called me aside to talk." Listen boy, I know you don't like your mother because of what she did to you, but she wants to change. I see that in her too. If what she's saying is true, I don't want you to regret your decision. Even if you don't like her, understand that no matter how much time or people you meet in your life, there is only one mother in this world. When I lost my mother, I felt like complete trash with no hope in this life. I was 24 years old when I lost her. She was my only salvation in this world. When I was 16, I followed the wrong ideas of some "friends" and ended up getting addicted to drugs. My mother was shocked when the police knocked on our door and they took me to the reformatory. I saw in her eyes what I had done wrong. In her eyes, I saw all the wrong things I had done. I spent about 3 years in prison. When I got out of the reformatory, she was there for me, but I hated her. I hated my mother because she was never there when I needed her, she was always focused on her work, but I didn't understand that all of this was to give me and her a decent life, I only had her, my father had died when I was 5 years old in a shooting, he was a police officer...
When I left the reformatory, my mother treated me with all the help she could, but I still hated her. I tried for a while, but she continued with her work. I tried to go back to school, but it didn't work. After a while, I started working, saved some money, and left home. My mother didn't understand why I wanted to do this, but I told her everything I felt, and that devastated her. I saw it in her eyes. A few years later, I heard the news that my mother had died of a heart attack. At that moment, I understood. All the happy moments I had spent with my mother, all the hugs, good mornings, all of that came back with force. I couldn't stand the feeling of guilt for having made my mother go through all those problems. I started drinking and lost myself in drinking, losing my job, losing everything I had in life. Even the money she had left me went to drinking. Everything was lost because of my stupidity and also my immaturity. , I just wanted a chance with my mother, just one minute with her, just one hug from her, just to hear a good night from her, I miss her all the time, I don't want you to feel that way kid, you're young, you have your whole life ahead of you, don't waste it staying in this filthy place, your life is just beginning, don't let this opportunity pass you by "Bob told me his whole life story, all these things I heard made me think of what to do...
I looked at my mother and said...
"Martha, why didn't you tell me about your illness before? Why did you wait until now?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"I didn't want to worry you, my son. I wanted you to come home of your own free will, not out of pity for me," Martha replied, her eyes brimming with tears.
It wouldn't have changed anything..., but I don't want you to die" I told her with a serious face
"I don't want to die alone, son. I'm afraid that I won't make things right with you before I leave. Please give me a chance to spend these last moments with my only son." She had tears in her eyes, a sad and pleading face.
I was silent for a moment, wondering what to do. I didn't know if I could trust my mother, but I also didn't want to regret not giving her a chance. "I thought about what Bob had told me a few minutes ago." I looked at her face, marked by illness and suffering, and felt a pang of guilt for having rejected her. I knew I had to make a decision, but I didn't know what the right one was.
I looked back at my friends who were watching me attentively and nodding their heads, implying that I should accept what my mother was saying.
Okay then, Martha, I'll go with you, out of pity that's the only thing you'll take from me..." I bent down to pick up my things and went with her to her car... her face at the moment was one of happiness and calm, but I knew it wouldn't be as calm as she thought...
Third person pov...
The ride home was silent. Martha looked exhausted, her once radiant face now consumed by illness. Jack, on the other hand, was tense, every fiber of his being screaming against the idea of returning to that place of pain and memories.
They arrived at the house, an old, worn-out building that seemed to have lost its color over time. The interior was dark, dusty, and full of ghosts from the past. Jack felt a shiver run down his spine as he walked through the door.
The first few days were difficult. Martha tried hard to be kind, but the disease was quickly wearing her down, leaving her weak and irritable. Jack, for his part, felt trapped, torn between anger at the past and pity for his mother's frailty.
The nights were the worst. The silence in the house was disturbing, amplified by Martha's moans of pain and the memories of the nights of terror. Jack tried hard to take care of her, but resentment ate away at him inside.
Over time, Martha's illness worsened, confining her to bed. Jack found himself in the role of caregiver, feeding her, changing her clothes, relieving her pain.
Paradoxically, it was at this moment of fragility that the relationship between mother and son began to transform. Martha, in her moments of lucidity, asked Jack for forgiveness for her past mistakes, expressing remorse for having pushed him away.
Jack, watching his mother waste away, realized that the anger he felt was not greater than the pain she was feeling. Slowly, he began to let his guard down, allowing compassion to take over.
They shared stories, reminiscing about happy times from Jack's childhood, like the times they would go to the park or when Martha taught him to ride a bike. Jack discovered that his mother, behind her coldness, was a woman who had suffered, marked by loss...
Jack, his mother called him one night and told him her whole life story.
Martha has always been a spoiled girl. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she grew up surrounded by luxury and opulence, with everything money could buy. His wealthy and influential parents provided him with a life of comfort and privilege.
However, behind the happy facade, Martha felt empty. Her parents were cold and distant, more concerned with status and appearances than with their daughter's well-being. Martha craved love and attention, but found only coldness and indifference.
As a teenager, Martha rebelled against her parents' lifestyle, seeking excitement and adventure outside the walls of her mansion. She began going to parties and bars, where she met Johnny Lawrence, a rebellious and charming young man who charmed her with his laid-back manner and his passion for karate.
Martha fell in love with Johnny, and together they had an intense and turbulent romance. However, the relationship did not last long. Johnny was impulsive and irresponsible, and Martha found herself pregnant and alone.
Upon learning of the pregnancy, Martha's parents threw her out of the house, furious at the "dishonor" she had caused the family. Martha found herself without direction, without money and without support.
Despite her parents' rejection, they continued to help Martha financially, depositing money into her bank account every month. Martha never learned the reason for her parents' help, as they never spoke to her again.
Martha felt ashamed and guilty for having disappointed her parents. She isolated herself from the world, raising Jack alone and struggling to survive.
Over time, Martha became a bitter and cold woman, replicating with Jack the same pattern of emotional detachment that her parents had taught her. She felt trapped in a cycle of pain and loneliness, unable to find happiness.
Sickness and death became a form of redemption for Martha. By reconciling with Jack, she finally found the love and forgiveness she had been searching for.
A few months ago Martha received the news of her parents' death in a car accident. Shaken and with her illness killing her every day, she decided to go after her son and reconcile with him.
Martha did not want to use a single cent of her parents' fortune. She knew that her life was coming to an end, and that money would be Jack's only security.
In her final moments of life, Martha decided to tell the truth about Jack's father. She revealed that Johnny Lawrence was the man she had loved in her youth, and that he lived in West Valley, California.
Martha gave Jack a photo of Johnny and an address, asking him to contact him when he felt ready. She expressed her wish for Jack to find the love and happiness she never had.
With a heart full of pain and regret, Martha passed away, leaving behind an orphaned son and a secret that could change her life forever.
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That was my story so far, now I am in front of a judge at this moment with a lawyer, who is helping me to be an emancipated person, a person who has full right in youth to be an adult, since I do not have any living family members so the only thing I can do is this. With the fortune that my grandparents left to my mother, I am the only one entitled to this fortune valued at more than 300 million dollars...