Vessel of Betrayal: Unraveled Trust

The house felt like a tomb after that day, the air thick with unspoken accusations and shattered trust. John's rage had ripped through us like a storm, leaving wreckage in its wake. I remember the foam flecking his lips as he screamed at Mom, his eyes wild, veins bulging in his neck. The vase exploded against the wall in a spray of porcelain shards, and Mom shrank back, her body trembling, arms wrapped around her swollen belly like it could shield her from the fury.

"How could you ruin our family? How could you do this?" John's voice cracked like thunder. "You let your son's seed grow inside you?"

"I-I don't know," Mom stammered, her voice barely a whisper, eyes darting to the floor. "I cut my strings last year after Bella was born. I-is she even mine?" He snarled, stepping closer, his face twisted in betrayal. "Have you been fucking him for years?"

She sank to her knees then, sobs wracking her frame, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. "I have never had sex with our son. I suspected it two years ago, but... I did not care. I always wanted more children, and I have never been on the pill. NEVER!" Her scream echoed off the walls, raw and desperate. "You're broken and out of order, but I never engaged in sex with our son."

John didn't hear her. He bolted up the stairs, his footsteps pounding like war drums. He grabbed the doorknob to my room and yanked so hard the handle tore free in his grip, metal twisting with a screech. His boot slammed into the door next, splintering halfway onto my bed in a heap of debris. Before I could react, his fist clamped around my throat, hoisting me up until my head smacked against the ceiling, stars exploding in my vision.

I sobbed, choking, as Mom clung to his shoulder. "For God's sake, John, he's your son!" She cried out, her voice raw and agonizing. "You're broken and out of order, but I never engaged in sex with our son."

He hurled me onto the bed like discarded trash. I rolled off, crashing into the nightstand, pain shooting through my ribs. Through blurred tears, I saw it all? the pieces falling into place. Bella's eyes, so like mine. And now Mom, pregnant again. "I see it now," John roared, looming over me. "Who's Bella's father? It's not me! And now you've knocked up my wife...your mother again. Tell me why, or I'll beat it out of you!"

Mom's cries filled the house, loud and guttural, as sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer. John was a beast unleashed, his rage like a storm, leaving wreckage in its wake. I curled against the wall, sobbing, my body shaking, my heart heavy with guilt and betrayal.

The doorbell rang like a death knell. He was a monster, a killer, a father who had lost everything that truly matteres. John was gone, but he would never be forgotten. The house felt broken, shattered, yet alive.

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