"6 Humano Morphs What Would We Do Without Jill v1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spenser M D)

"You snotty little brat!" she snapped, glaring at Jill. "I got up early to go to the police station to bail you out of jail. And they tell me you spent the night with your little friend here. I told you I wanted you in that jail overnight and that's what I meant! I wanted to teach you a lesson!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Jill said. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset me?" her mother said. "You made me so mad I should beat the living tar out of you, you brat!"

At this moment, Jill understood that there were some things that even brain power could never change. Yes, somehow she could change her appearance and her voice.

But she could not change her mother. She was stuck with the same mother forever.

Jill's mother reached back as if she were going to slap her daughter across the face. Molly's jaw dropped open, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Mom, please!" Jill begged. "Wait 'til we get home. I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't want you to see this."

"You brat!" her mother shouted, raising her hand again.

"No! Don't hit her! Jill didn't do anything," Molly said, putting her body in front of Jill for protection.

"Get out of my way or I'll slap you too!" Jill's mother yelled. Then she grabbed her daughter by the arm. "I'm taking you home now! And when we get there, I'm going to slap you clear into next week! I'll put some sense into that stupid, ugly head of yours! You're in big trouble now, you no-good brat!"





Chapter Eight



The angry mother yanked her daughter's arm hard.

Jill hung her head and cried as she started to follow along, walking behind her mom.

But Molly yelled: "Stop it! Leave her here!" She grabbed Jill's mother's arm, but the woman pulled herself free.

"You stay out of this, you stuck-up brat!" the woman bellowed.

At that moment, Molly's father came running down the stairs.

"What on earth is going on here?" he demanded. "What do you mean, screaming insults at these girls in my home! I want you to get away from, this house Ч now]"

"This is none of your business!" Jill's mother spat back. "It's between me and my kid! Nobody else has any right to interfere."

"You have no right to abuse anyone in our home, not even your daughter. Now leave this house or I'll call the police," Molly's father ordered. "And Jill is staying right here. You should be ashamed. Now go!"

Jill's mother looked at her daughter with hatred.

"I'll deal with you later," she hissed, then slithered off into the morning sunshine.

Molly's parents dried the girls' tears and helped them calm down.