The Mutual Salvation Between My Mother and Me

I traveled back in time before my mother and my scummy dad got married.

I tried everything to stop them from falling in love.

But I failed.

Later, I found out that she was reborn.

1

On my 25th birthday, my mom celebrated with me.

This day was not only my birthday but also my mom's new beginning.

She had been abused by my scummy dad for over 20 years, and today she finally got her divorce certificate.

But before our good days could come, we were both stabbed to death by my drunk dad.

Even after doing all this, he still wasn't satisfied.

He poured a bucket of gasoline on me and my mother.

Then he set a fire, and in the flames, I lost my last consciousness.

When I woke up again, I saw my young mother going on a blind date.

The person she had a blind date with happened to be my dad, who was an alcoholic and abuser.

Seeing my mom's innocent and shy face, I instinctively ran over and pulled her to run away.

Until we were both out of breath, I said to her, "Don't marry Jackson Brady. He is not a good man."

My mom, Lisa Waters, had a blushing face.

She asked me with confusion, "Who are you?"

Who was I?

I couldn't tell her that I had traveled back in time as her daughter to save her.

To prevent her from being with my dad, I had to lie through my teeth.

"I was just a stranger who wanted to help you when I saw injustice. That man loves to drink, abuse, and gamble. If you marry him, you'll never have a good day. Please, trust me. Don't marry him."

"How do you know?"

My mother stared at me with her big eyes, blinking, which were beautiful.

"I… I have a friend who knew him before. He told me."

To make her believe, I had to make up a story.

But she said to me seriously, "Don't believe everything you hear. You cannot understand a person from another person. I think Jackson is very eloquent and humorous."

I was at a loss and anxious, scratching my right hand's nails with my left hand.

Suddenly, her face changed. She grabbed me and asked, "Who are you?"

I thought for a long time, and I didn't know who I was either.

I had no memory of this era.

I couldn't say anything, so I had to make up something.

"I'm an angel sent by God to save you. Promise me that you won't marry him."

She blushed and said, "What are you talking about? There is nothing between me and him yet."

I said anxiously, "I don't care. Remember, you can't marry him." To let her know the seriousness, I had to tell her, "Otherwise, you will die."

She glared at me and said, "Why are you cursing me?"

After saying that, she ran away like a rabbit.

I ran after her.

She stopped and asked me, "Why are you following me?"

To keep track of her movements, I told her, "I have lost my memory and couldn't find my way home. Can you take me in?"

Before she could object, I quickly said, "I eat little, but I'm strong. Please~"

After I finished speaking, I knelt to her.

Anyway, she was my mother. I knelt to her without shame.

She panicked when she saw me kneel.

"Why are you doing this? I promised you. Get up quickly," she said.

2

The next morning, I was awakened by the chirps outside the window.

I quickly got out of bed when I saw my mother busy on the farm.

I ran over to take the basin she was feeding the pigs with, wanting to show off.

But then, with a loud, the basin fell to the ground.

The slops in the bowl scattered all over the floor.

My face instantly turned as red as a rose.

She glanced at me and silently held the slops into the basin, handful by handful.

I chuckled and went to feed the chickens.

But the tyrannical cock chased me around the yard three times.

When my mother came back after feeding the pigs, she happened to see a cock and I racing.

She burst into laughter.

She brought a broom and drove the cock away.

She took the feed from my hand and scattered them.

Under the sunlight, my mother, against the light, looked as beautiful as a fairy in a rural oil painting.

But soon, the wonderful scene was interrupted by a man.

My father was holding a bunch of wildflowers just picked from the field.

"Lisa, this is for you."

He stuffed the flowers into my mother's arms and then started sweeping the yard with a big broom.

Then he carried the bucket to the well and filled two large water jars.

What he did made my grandmother extremely happy.

She nodded repeatedly.

Looking at this, I couldn't help but panic.

I whispered to my mother, "He wants something from you. These are all tricks to deceive young girls like you. If you believe him…"

My mother tapped my head and said, "You can't remember your family, but remember these quite clearly."

I was so anxious that I broke out in a sweat and said, "Remember what I told you. Don't…"

My words haven't finished yet. My father walked over to her and said, "Lisa, let's go out for a walk."

"No!"

"Okay!"

Both my mother and I spoke at the same time.

She patted my head like comforting a child and said, "Good girl, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she followed my father and left.

I was so angry that tears were swirling in my eyes.

I caught sight of a sickle placed in the corner of the wall.

I grabbed it and followed them.

They were walking in front.

I followed not too far behind.

If it didn't work, I would kill him with a sickle.

Then I sighed.

My new body was only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was difficult for me to kill him.

After walking for a while, my mother and my father stopped by the river to chat.

I squatted angrily on the grass not far from them, pretending to cut grass.

Watching my mother being amused by him, I squatted on the grass, feeling extremely frustrated.

Well, I couldn't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs.

I took the sickle and fiercely cut my arm.

In an instant, blood gushed from the wound.

I screamed.

My heartbreaking cries startled the cicadas on the trees into silence.

My mother hurriedly ran over to me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I whispered in her ear, "The God is punishing me. I didn't complete the task he gave me."

She knew what I was talking about.

She chuckled and said, "Silly girl, you're just talking nonsense. Come, I'll take you to see a doctor and get your wounds bandaged."

My father, wanting to impress her, said, "Come on, girl, let me carry you."

I rolled my eyes and said, "If you disappear from my sight, my injury might heal."

His face flushed with anger, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of my mother.

My mother awkwardly pointed at my head and said to him, "She's not right in her head. Don't provoke her. You go first, I'll take her to see a doctor."

3

After my father left, I said to my mother, "What's wrong with you? I told you not to get involved with him. You will die."

I thought it wasn't scary enough, so I continued, "So will I."

She unconsciously tightened her hand that grabbed my wound, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Lisa, I'm not lying to you. It's all true. You can't be with him."

She held my hand in silence all the way.

I knew she was blaming me for interrupting her date with my father.

At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Since she wanted to see it with her own eyes, I tried my best to make her give up.

So, I stole the eggs from my grandma's chicken coop and exchanged them for money.

In order not to let them find out and kick me out, I had to steal a few every day.

It was just that those chickens were being wronged. My grandma said these chickens were becoming less useful.

Half a month later, I saved some money and exchanged some wine for my father.

He was addicted to alcohol. When he saw me giving him wine, he burst into laughter.

By the time I walked out the door, he had already started drinking.

After returning home, I thought it was about time, so I took my mother to find him.

She was puzzled. "Didn't you always hate him? Will wonders never cease?"

"Come on, I'll show you what kind of person he is."

Without giving my mother a chance to refuse, I pulled her and ran to his house.

When we arrived, his face was flushed.

He looked at us and handed a glass of wine to my mother.

My mother frowned and pushed it away.

He thought that he had been insulted, so he slapped my mother.

To let her know the real Jackson, I deliberately provoked him.

I said to my mother, "I've told you that he is not a good man. Look at him. He should be single."

He has been unhappy with me for a long time.

But he had to endure me for my mother's sake.

Under the influence of alcohol, he completely lost his reason.

I was kicked by him and flew far away.

He was still not satisfied.

Ignoring my mother's obstruction and my screams, he grabbed a chair and smashed it towards my head.

In the end, it was a passing neighbor who discovered us and stopped the crazy man.

When I came out of the clinic, I was almost wrapped up like a mummy.

I didn't forget to tell my mother, "You see, this is how Jackson Brady behaves when he's drunk. Be careful and don't get involved with him. Otherwise, what happened to me today will happen to you in the future."

In her previous life, she lived like this for a whole 25 years.

Every time my father got drunk, he always found trouble with my mother.

My mother's body was covered in bruises every day.

In several serious beatings, several of her ribs were broken.

At that time, she did consider divorce.

But she and my grandmother relied on each other.

Every time my mother mentioned divorce, he would threaten her by killing my grandmother.

Later, after I was born, he used my life as a threat.

In this life, no matter what it took, I would prevent my father from being with him again.

4

After she went back, she continued to busy herself with housework as if nothing had happened.

I held my grandmother's hand and told her what had just happened.

Looking at the bruises on my face, my grandmother said in fear, "Such a man cannot be entrusted with a lifetime."

I nodded in agreement.

"Lisa is such a good girl. She deserves a better man. You must take good care of her for me and never let her get involved with that man again."

However, my mother seemed to be enchanted by my father.

After he woke up from wine, he knelt in front of my mother's house and shed a few tears.

She forgave him out of soft-heartedness.

I was so angry that I wanted to let the rooster my grandma raised peck open her head and see what was inside.

Just when I was anxious to figure out how to stop them, he came to propose.

My grandma didn't approve of this marriage, but my mother was determined to marry him.

So I came up with another idea.

Although my father was a jerk, he was not bad-looking.

While pursuing my mother, he was also intimate with several other girls.

One of them, a girl named Allison Gray, loved him so much that she couldn't extricate herself.

However, my father disdained her because she was not good-looking.

But even though he didn't like her, he had been entangled with Allison for more than ten years after marriage.

Since he liked to have an affair with her, it would be better to fulfill them.

I invited them to the riverside in their respective names.

As soon as Allison saw my father, she immediately threw herself into his arms.

"Jackson, why did you propose to Lisa? You say you love me."

Although he despised Allison, he didn't refuse her.

Behind the tall reeds, he held Allison tightly and touched her all over.

I thought it was about time, so I excitedly called my mother.

When she arrived, my father and Allison were having sex in the reeds.

My mother blushed, covering my ears with her hand and pulling me back.

"Lisa, did you see that? He's a scumbag. You should stay away from him."

She glared at me and said, "How did you know they were there? And why did he happen to be drunk when you took me there last time? I know what's the deal with missing eggs. Stay out of grown folk's business."

This time, I was really angry.

What the hell did my mother like about him?

I grabbed her arm and shouted at her, "Lisa Waters, are you stupid? That man is a drunkard and has an affair with other women. Why don't you believe me?"

"I'm saving you. Why don't you believe me?"

She looked at the clouds in the sky and held back her tears.

She left a sentence. "I will make my own decisions."

After returning home, I complained to my grandma again.

I couldn't control her. I believe her mother could persuade her.

After a while, there was an argument between her and my grandma in the room.

She cried out, "Mom, I'll do my things! I have decided on Jackson for my whole life. I won't marry anyone else."

My grandma was so angry that she cried loudly, but my mother was apathetic.

I didn't understand why my mother only recognized my father.

Was it because of his face?

I didn't expect my mother to be someone who only cared about appearances in love.

If so, I would destroy his deceitful face.

5

I went to the store and bought acid.

When I found my father, he was drinking with his friends.

They were loudly discussing the women who followed him one after another.

They talked about which woman had a slim waist, soft breasts, and sweet lips.

When it came to my mother, he had a smug look on his face.

"What about being pretty? She's just like a dog. As soon as I crook my fingers, she jumped on me."

"Cool, you can get any woman."

Suddenly, he mentioned me. "If it weren't for that annoying beggar she picked up, I would have made her kneel before me."

In his mouth, my mother seemed like a pet for him to play with.

I lost my mind when I thought about what he did to my mother in his previous life.

I poured acid on him.

Unexpectedly, due to anger, my hand shook and went off target, only splashing a small amount on his arm.

Alcohol and pain triggered his beastly nature.

With red eyes, he grabbed me and was about to kill me.

When my mother arrived, I had already been beaten to the point of being short of breath.

She stood in front of my father and begged him, "She's just a child. Please leave her alone!"

My father loosened his belt and said to her, "No problem." He pointed to the house and said, "But you have to come with me into the room."

His friends looked at my mother jokingly, and everyone knew what would happen next.

I cried and begged her, "Lisa, please don't. I beg you. You'll die."

He kicked me and said, "Do you believe that I'll kill you right now? Anyway, you're just a little beggar, and it won't matter if you die."

My mother threw herself on me and cried, "As long as you let her go, I promise anything."

One of the men said, "Why do you do all this for a little beggar?"

She let go of me and walked expressionlessly into the house.

He followed behind with a smug look on his face.

Soon, the man's gasps and the woman's sob came from inside.