ban heartbeat in thriller

Chapter 73 From Hell (End)

Eric lived with his mother in the dark and damp basement as long as he could remember. He didn't have his own room. When he grew up, he was driven to sleep in the bathroom, which was the best soundproof place in the whole house, but he could still hear the noise in the bedroom. Incoming noises.

His mother is a very beautiful woman, with a pair of green eyes full of affection, which is extremely touching, and because of this, she has many lovers. Eric peeked at her life through the crack of the door, watching her constantly changing men.

When the woman is in a good mood, she will feed him alcohol. The smell of inferior alcohol is disgusting, but Eric will not cry and show weakness. She, the woman, saw herself in these eyes—the distorted and ugly self.

She suddenly screamed madly, dragging Eric's head to hit the ground, dazzling blood splashed out, but the child didn't cry or make a fuss, and even a little fear could not be seen on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils It presents a mysterious color, very permeating.

Eric's immature and beautiful face was covered with blood. He licked his own blood, and grabbed her with his cold hands, "Mom, don't be angry."

He clearly didn't understand why a woman was angry, and he was clearly not afraid of pain, but he instinctively wanted to please her.

The woman pushed him away hard.

When Eric saw her again, the woman was knocked to the ground by her jealous lover, her beautiful face was full of fear and pain, her abdomen was bleeding profusely, and she called his name intermittently.

"Eric—"

Eric, help me-

Eric was sitting next to him. He was thin and thin, but his facial features had already revealed a very beautiful style, like a fruit that had been ripened prematurely.

He grabbed the woman's hand, whispered softly, and repeated.

"Mom, don't be angry."

"Mom, don't be angry."

The woman's eyes widened, her vitality completely dissipated, and a cold look froze on her face. With the decay of her body, she lost even the last bit of expression.

Eric rolled his eyes, "Mom, you're not angry anymore."

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When Mrs. Smith saw the child at the hospital, Eric seemed out of place with the rest of his age group, too thin and distant.

"Son, I'm Mrs. Smith, would you like to live with me in the future?"

Eric turned his head and looked at her with those innocent eyes. After a while, he tilted his head and asked a question suddenly.

"Will you be mad at me?"

Mrs. Smith smiled and shook her head: "No, child, I will never be angry with you."

Eric handed her his hand.

Many years later, when Mrs. Smith recalled this scene at the wedding, she still didn't know why she made a promise to Eric without hesitation, but she was very glad that she never broke her promise.

On the stage, Eric sang softly the little love song that he wrote and composed himself. He has grown into a handsome young man worthy of pride and love, and the face that is three points similar to his mother can no longer see the past. haze.

And his beautiful bride was watching him quietly, and the hand once held by Mrs. Smith was handed over to her.

Mrs. Smith burst into tears. Her husband thought she was crying with joy, and hugged her while laughing. Only she knew how scared she was.

Fortunately, fortunately, there were still people who could hold Eric's hand.

(End of this chapter)