After I Died, My Mother Who Didn't Love Me Cried with Red Eyes

　　I had never expected that my mother would humiliate me at home.

　　When I arrived at the school's parents' meeting, she scolded me again in front of all my classmates and parents.

　　The teacher invited the parents of the first and second students to share the successful experience of educating children on the stage as the parents' representative of the class.

　　But my mother's face was gloomy all the way. "To be honest, Chelsea didn't do well in the exam at all. I'm very dissatisfied."

　　"You may not know, but my family's situation is special. I'm the only one who can support her. I'm gratified that she got the first place in the exam."

　　"But I don't know what's going on. She's always in second place! Every time I get angry, my chest hurts."

　　I bit my lip and sat below the stage.

　　Listening to the whispering of my parents and classmates, I felt extremely inferior.

　　I kept praying in her heart, "Mom, please, stop, stop."

　　At that moment, I felt that death might be a relief.

　　The parents' meeting was finally over.

　　Syanna ran over and handed me an ice cream cone while comforting me.

　　"Chelsea, it's my mother's treat. She's always liked you and we're friends."

　　"She also asked me to tell you not to take what your mother said to heart. It's good enough that you won second place in the exam."

　　I held the ice cream cone gratefully, and my nose couldn't help but ache.

　　I really want Syanna's mother to be my mother too.

　　Perhaps there was a hint of anger in it.

　　In the second monthly exam, I handed in the blank paper directly.

　　If I was not in second place but the last one, I wanted to see how Mom would react.

　　After the results came out, the students were very surprised, but the teacher understood me and sent me to the office to talk.

　　"Chelsea, is there anything happen recently?"

　　"It's obvious that you don't want to take this exam seriously at all. If you need my help, just tell me. I'll see if I can help you solve it."

　　For the first time, I shed tears in front of the teacher.

　　I was thinking.

　　If only my mom was half as gentle as my teacher.

　　When I got home, before I could take out the report, my mother was furious and rushed over to beat me violently.

　　One of the teachers had already called her mother in advance.

　　Before I could finish school, she already knew my grades.

　　The feather duster hit his thigh, quickly leaving a blood-red mark, and then he felt a burning pain.

　　"I told you to give up!"

　　"I told you to deliberately rank last to disgust me!"

　　"I told you."

　　My mom looked at me as if she was looking at an enemy. She hit me with all her strength.

　　Not long after, the pain numbed me.

　　I couldn't remember how many times I was beaten. I lay on the ground with empty eyes and looked at the ceiling.

　　I no longer dodged or resisted.

　　Mom must have been scared by my appearance. She finally stopped and ran to the balcony to cry.

　　When she finished venting her anger, she came to me with a pair of red and swollen eyes, holding a cut fruit.

　　"Chelsea, I was too impulsive just now."

　　"You know, Mom has never done anything bad to you. I just hope that you can get good grades and won't get into college in the future. Only in this way can Mom rest assured."

　　"Who else would care about you if you deliberately took the last place?"

　　Mom hugged me and cried her eyes out.

　　However, I was in a dilemma.

　　Because this kind of familiar scene had been repeated countless times in the past ten years since I grew up.

　　Every time she vented her feelings, her mother would come over and say something soft to me, telling me that she loved me the most in the world and was only concerned about me.

　　But the next time something like this happened, she would only get worse.

　　In the past, I had wanted to escape from this home and my mother's crazy desire for control many times.

　　But I was raised by my mom.

　　"I'm not familiar with my father. Besides, my father is married and has a new family."

　　Where else can I go?　Such days continued for a period of time.

　　I escaped in pain, but I had to accept everything that my mother had instilled into me in the name of love.

　　Later on, I realized that she seemed to be monitoring me from all angles.

　　Through various details and clues, I tried to investigate why I handed in the blank paper.

　　She even sent me to and from school. After I strongly protested, she changed her mind and secretly followed me.

　　As soon as I greeted the male student, he was listed as a suspect and began to chase after me crazily. She even came forward to warn him not to talk to me again and not to affect my studies.

　　Several male students in the class had been warned by her.

　　Slowly, in the class, he would deliberately avoid me.

　　Once, I heard them talking in the corridor when I went to get water.

　　"Chelsea is a good girl, but her mother is too scary."

　　"She's probably a resentful woman after the divorce. She doesn't like anyone every day. I can imagine what kind of life she's living at home."

　　"It's true. Whoever has such a mother will be unlucky."

　　After hearing that, I walked past them and lowered my head.

　　I thought that my mother had gone too far.

　　I didn't expect that she would peek at my diary when I got home.

　　At first, every time I finished writing a diary, I would put it on the second floor of the drawer and put it under a book.

　　But when she got home from school today, she found that it was placed in the middle of the drawer in a mess.

　　I ran over to ask my mom, "Did you touch my diary today?"

　　At first, she lied to me and said that she didn't touch it.

　　However, after arguing for a while, she got angry. She even used the exact words in my diary to mock me.

　　"Look at yourself. How dare you quarrel with your mother? Even if Aiden knows that you like him, will he like you?"

　　I froze on the spot.

　　Cato was the name of the boy I had a crush on.

　　I had never mentioned him to my mother.

　　But it was only written in the diary of secret love.