Evil Xtreme Mom

By Brenda Kanes

There is a recent trend of always believing the woman in sexual matters despite what the facts may reveal. This story reveals how truth is manipulated by many parties with outrageous, harebrained, hateful and herd-mentality brains.

For hundreds, even thousands of years, women who were brave enough to bring forward their rape were ignored and cast away with no regard for any facts. Historically, most women who were raped were too frightened and ashamed to admit this act occurred. In wars, this was a rampant problem. All you have to do is read your bible, etc. to see the extent of this problem.

Now, if a woman comes forward to report a rape, she is automatically believed and praised for her courageous revelation. From one extreme to the other. From perceived tramps to glorified champs. Again without regard for any facts.

Mix some poorly designed laws with some contemptible prosecutors who falsify charges and withhold favorable evidence. Add some police misconduct for falsely arresting innocent citizens. If that wasn't enough, top it all off with unethical actions by soulless school officials who tamper with and destroy evidence. Think about that they are all paid by us to destroy innocent lives for their own glorification. Add a crazy, hateful mother and watch what happens now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Sep 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887637785

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Table of Contents

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Prologue

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Epilogue

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Evil Xtreme Mom

Brenda Kanes

Copyright © 2023 Brenda Kanes

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2023

ISBN 979-8-88763-777-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88763-778-5 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

The narrative is inspired by the recollections of the victim. All names and places have been changed.

Prologue

As a local hospital nurse, I became quite familiar with a story in the newspaper of a young woman who claimed rape numerous times. In my capacity as a health care provider, I had to meet with her and others several times and heard numerous facts firsthand. As an amateur journalist from the time I was in high school, I was extremely interested in how the story unfolded. I kept all my research to myself and only shared it with my husband whom I swore to secrecy. Although I knew nothing previously about any of the people involved in this matter, I will admit that I had preconceptions about the innocence or guilt of the accused. I was thorough in my review of the facts. I was careful. I was cautious. And…I was wrong. I share my story with you now.

1

Agatha slowly wove her bony fingers into the hair of her peacefully sleeping daughter and yanked upward as hard as she could. Yeoooow! was the response as Maddie shot upward from her bed like a firecracker from hell with a bloodcurdling scream.

Ow! Ow! Ow! she repeated as she sat on the bed and raised her arms above her head to grab her mother's offending hand, trying to disentangle her mom's fingers from her hair. My god, stop it. That hurts.

Agatha released her daughter's hair, standing haughtily above her.

Why are you so hateful? Maddie asked as she rubbed the burning pain on top of her head as if she had been scalped.

Agatha brought her face to within inches of her daughter's nose. I said ‘get up.'

You don't have to hurt me, you know. Just say ‘get up' twice, Maddie groused at her mom, still smarting from the pain Agatha had inflicted on her.

Maddie flinched and raised her arms in front of her face as Agatha raised her arm threateningly, her face contorted with rage. Her hand remained poised there, and Maddie watched behind her defensive arms as Agatha considered her next action. She jerked her arm quickly toward Maddie, then stopped and held it there. Slowly her face muscles relaxed. She then lowered her arm. She turned and walked out of the room. Wondering if it was a trick, Maddie hesitantly put her arms down. What happened there? she thought. Typically the hand would have landed across her face or head. Curious. Once again, Maddie fantasized about killing her mom and herself.

As she was brushing her teeth and still massaging the top of her scalp which burned with pain, she looked up into the medicine cabinet mirror and the answer seemed to just flow into her head. Mom didn't hit her as usual because they were going to church, and Mom didn't want Maddie to have a mark on her face. Good thinking, Mom, Maddie moaned.

On those rare occasions that they did go to church, Maddie was aggravated to no end. A couple of times a year seemed so phony to Maddie. She didn't want to go, but when she balked, Mom was right there to scream, yell, push, and leave pinch marks where they wouldn't be seen. It wasn't worth the fight. Dad and her brother never fought with Agatha, a small mousy cross-looking woman with no smile to share. In fact she didn't have any caring qualities for her family. Certainly there were no hugs or kisses for her family. Dad and brother feared her, as did Maddie, but she also hated her mom to the core.

Later that day, Maddie Lyman was talking on the phone to her only real friend, Babs, with whom she shared many similar characteristics. Both girls had no close attachments to their families. They both had depressed thoughts and a general sadness to them. However, they liked seeing misfortune befall others, so when someone would get hurt, they had a sly chuckle. Of course, seeing someone fall, for example, does cause surprise and laughter in most of us so maybe they weren't that bad.

Both were very plain-looking girls, and they both dealt with issues typical of many older teens such as changes in schools in the past, current college pressures, and acne problems with very scaly skin and a plethora of pockmarks. They had few friends, so they spent more time together on the phone. Agatha allowed Maddie minimal contact outside of school settings, and there had never been a boyfriend for either girl. Maddie's small stature of about five feet and maybe a hundred pounds didn't help her in sports, and she remained fairly shy and quiet.

As she spoke with Babs, she languished on her bed in her small bedroom. They often discussed their woes and complaints about their lives. Basically, Maddie told Babs that she considered some days so bleak that her life was simply unbearable. Her mother, Agatha, was so horrid and controlling and critical that Maddie could not please her no matter how hard she tried. She overheard her mom admit that when she was growing up, she was forced to keep her siblings in line. Maddie shuddered at the admission. Maddie imagined all the horrible mothering techniques used by Agatha in connection with her brothers and sisters. Likely the same non-skills Maddie was experiencing—yelling, screaming, hitting, slapping, hairpulling, exaggerating most everything. Maddie's younger brother hid out in his room whenever he could to avoid the angry, crazy harpy, just as Maddie was doing at the moment.

I don't mind going to church that much, but at least I don't get woke up with hairpulling. That would definitely make me not like church, Babs said, relating to Maddie's visit today. I would hate her too.

Maddie curled her lip in disgust and told Babs about how her mother goes about selecting a church. Get this! We went to the same church ever since I was a kid. I mean we only went a few times, but one day my mom hears that Christmas Day is not on December 25. My mom freaks!

It isn't? Babs interrupted.

I guess not. So she blows up! How dare the church lie to her. Of course she's one of the biggest liars on earth. That's all she does. So, anyway, she goes to the priest and tells him that he's a liar. He asks her why and she tells him that Jesus wasn't born on December 25, that nobody knows the exact date.

Babs interrupted again, incredulous, They don't?

No! Focus, Babs! C'mon, keep up with me. Maddie rubbed her sore scalp again.

Okay.

Okay. She tells him that's not Jesus's birthday but a pagan holiday. He tells her it's symbolic and something about Gregorian calendars or something, and she tells him she's quitting the church and going elsewhere. He tries to explain, and she says he kept blabbing on about junk; she just walked away. She came home and yelled at all of us about it. I just don't care. She rants and raves over nothing and that's all she does—she screams and lies. And that's why we go to a different church now. Maddie rolled her eyes with disgust at her stupid mom even though Babs couldn't see her.

It was silent for a moment, and then Babs asked, So when is Christmas?

Maddie groaned and began rolling her eyes again. I don't know! That wasn't the point.

No, really? When is it?… And what was the point?

Maddie gave up and began fake crying in frustration.

After the call with Babs ended, Maddie asked herself, Was it that difficult? What was the point?

Well, Babs, Maddie mumbled to herself, the point was that one tiny little, piddling detail and she lost her mind. Everything goes crazy when she finds one thing that she can't understand. She's insane! She's the most pigheaded person I know. That's the point!

Maddie's brother, Danny, was nine years old. Agatha sat in the bathroom watching him undress and step naked into the tub. He was feeling embarrassed each time Mom required this, and he timidly asked her if he could have some privacy. He knew better but wanted his own space so badly.

Shut up and start the water, was her response. No surprise. Mom was angry with the whole family. It fell to her to take over when her daughter, son, and husband didn't get things done her way. She criticized, yelled, screamed at them; and the kids got slapped as well.

Danny had been angry with her for years for her constantly rude and controlling attitude. Danny thought to himself, Shut up? Why can't you say nice things to me? Those nice words were never spoken, and never did she say something so generous as I love you. He wanted to ask for nicer words, but he was too fearful. Mom was angry with him and had been for years. Agatha was upset with both Danny and her husband because they were passive and quiet and she had to take charge. Actually, Mom would justify any reason to take charge and likely that's why hubby and son were so passive and quiet. Poor Danny. At age nine, he still had to endure his mom sitting in the bathroom watching him in the nude while he bathed. There was no call for that kind of controlling behavior.

Elsewhere, in her own room, Maddie was reviewing the latest in her mother's despicable behavior. She overheard classmates discussing a slumber party, and it gave her another reason to dislike her mother. She had never been allowed to attend a slumber party. Her mother restricted and controlled all aspects of her and Danny's lives, keeping them busy with outside chores and activities with the sole admitted purpose of getting them out of the house. It was like Agatha was the queen, and all the servants should stay outside. Maddie felt like a prisoner who was never shown love by either parent. Stay away from Mom was the family catchphrase. But Maddie was bored. She quietly went to use the phone to call Babs, hoping not to be caught by mom.

I hate her. She never says a nice thing to me. She yells and screams at me whatever I do. She's always exaggerating and twisting things around on me. And she's pressuring me all the time—I just want to die! Maddie shared.

Babs offered, What a bitch. Can't you get her to back off?

Maddie groaned, She loses her temper at everything. She rants. She raves. She pulls my hair and drags me down the steps. She slaps me. Well, you get the idea.

What about your dad? Can't he help? Babs asked.

Oh my god, Babs, I told you. Maddie barked, He wouldn't say or do anything to defend me. He's scared to death of her. I mean he's seriously scared. So is Danny, and I'm frightened to death.

Babs had heard that expression before—frightened to death—but never in real life. It had always been for ghost and zombie stories and the like.

So you're not going to fight back? Babs said.

Maddie thought for a moment. No. The psychobitch wins. If I did fight back, she'd just hit me or kill me anyway. I can't win. I give up.

We both deserve better, Babs growled.

Maddie answered, Damn right. I just can't stand it anymore. I don't want to be around her.

Babs scratched her head as she sought to help Maddie. You've been feeling this miserable for a year, so why now? Why not talk to somebody who could help you? The police. A teacher. Somebody. I don't know what to do to help you. Besides, my life sucks too, so maybe you should ask somebody else, Babs said sadly, feeling hopeless.

There was silence on the phone.

Then Maddie said softly, the words coming slowly. If I tell the police…I still will have to come home eventually, and she'll kill me or make me suffer forever. Same if I tell a teacher. It's not like good people are going to adopt me and everything will be wonderful. They won't believe me. They won't care. No…adults…care. Maddie had never experienced caring adults. Even her grandparents were cold and businesslike. She felt emptier and more depressed each day.

Yeah, said Babs. After a long silence, she stated, Well, I'm being yelled at… I gotta go.

Bye. Maddie hung up the phone. Her world was dark and lonely. Helplessness engulfed her.

A week or so later, Maddie was ready. She had suffered from neglect and abuse for years and had planned for this over and over. There had been numerous fights lately with Mom, and the conditions were only getting worse. Maybe it was her own fault? Maybe she was impossible to live with? Then she thought of the way Danny was treated—yelling, slapping, nagging. Malignant!

No. No! No-o-o-o-o! she corrected herself. It's Mom! Mom's hateful and nasty, a goddamn psychobitch.

Her favorite word to describe her mother was psychobitch, but she was too frightened to ever say it to her face. But not too afraid to think about it, and she had thought about it plenty. Mom hated Maddie, and Maddie hated Mom in return. As much as Mom hated her, she hated Mom even more.

She'll be sorry when she sees what she's driven me to, Maddie thought. Or…will she even care? Maddie contemplated that question again for the tenth time today. She had mulled it over many times before during the last few months. Maddie had now isolated herself in her bedroom again. She had a glass of water on the nightstand beside her bed. She got into bed. Taking a deep breath, she unscrewed the cap to the bottle she had taken from her mom's medicine cabinet. She carefully poured about twenty pills into her open hand. She stopped.

She reflected again on her life. Then she poured the whole handful of pills into her mouth, took the glass into her hand, tipped her head back, and began drinking the water in huge gulps.

2

That night and the next day, Maddie spent in the bathroom throwing up. It was not a school day, so the only repercussion was her mom nagging her to straighten up and fly right and get to her chores. She was too ill and weak to accomplish anything other than the next trip to the toilet.

Despite her failed attempt to kill herself, she made another overdose effort a week later, this time with about thirty pills. Maddie ended up just as before…as sick as a dog. This time it lasted that night and the next two days. Agatha wondered if Maddie had the flu but didn't bother taking her to see her doctor.

Maddie began to think maybe she was allergic to the pills, and they didn't stay in her system long enough to kill her. She thought about trying another medicine but feared the consequences of their symptoms. What if her intestines exploded? She wanted to escape the pain and suffering of her life, but she didn't want to experience super pain to achieve her goal. After considering her options, two weeks later she tried again with even more of the same pills.

Again, she attempted to kill herself a third time. Again, she failed, with another day of barfing to follow. Her mother still didn't offer to take her for medical help. Ahh, she'll get over it, Mom thought, but she'd better not get behind in her chores or homework.

Shortly after Maddie had gorged herself on pills the third time, Babs followed the overdose example and ended up in the emergency room. Babs failed to end her life, as had Maddie. They discussed their shared experiences once Babs was discharged from the hospital. Dizziness and nausea were the results of their overdoses. At one point, they agreed that their actions were stupid and laughed at how foolish they were.

The next week, Agatha instructed Maddie to drive to her doctor's office and get a sports physical in case she was selected for a running team that March. As she sat in the waiting room of Dr. Sherwood, she reflected on her recent suicide attempts and wondered once again what the best way was out of her predicament. Once in his examination room, after conducting a thorough review, he asked her about her frame of mind.

Huh? Maddie was startled by the question and looked at him in a puzzled fashion.

You seem to be feeling down. Are you going through some emotional issues?

Maddie looked straight at him, trying to see if she could trust him. He seemed sincere. She dropped her eyes, contemplating the question she had never expected from an adult who was concerned about her.

Your mood…you seem sad. How are you doing lately? Dr. Sherwood inquired again.

She was miserable and wanted to die. Having failed three times to kill herself, she gave up and confessed her condition.

I've been having suicidal attempts and extremely terrible feelings and have tried to kill myself three times on large overdoses of pills recently.

He asked about the pills and the amount. Upon finding out that the last time she ingested over forty pills, he sat back a little in his rolling chair. Over forty? he asked.

She didn't answer, just stared ahead and then dropped her gaze.

What happened? he said.

Ummm…throwing up, head spinning. Like that, she explained.

What has caused this feeling, and how long have you been experiencing it? the Doctor asked.

She was quiet for a moment.

She then told Dr. Sherwood that her mom was the reason. The doctor asked if she still felt suicidal, and Maddie answered affirmatively. He asked if she would attempt suicide again; she responded no, but he preferred not to rely on her statement and to refer her to psychiatric counseling. He explained that he had to share this information with her parents. Maddie's eyes shot wide open. What about privacy? Oh no. This was terrible. Maddie was petrified. After a considerably long silence as she absorbed this shock, she told him she didn't want to be in the room when he talked to her mom. He called Mom and scheduled a meeting for a couple days later when she was available. Agatha demanded to know why she was getting a call from the doctor, and Maddie shrunk away from her enraged mom feigning innocence.

At the meeting with Agatha, Dr. Sherwood discussed the matter with her and explained that he would be contacting a local health facility because of the three suicide attempts and the fact that Maddie was still feeling suicidal. Agatha listened. She had no questions—no response. She didn't seem to care. She neither expressed nor showed any concern.

When she got home, she damned her daughter to her face to go to hell. You crazy bitch. What have you done? Our family is nobody's goddamn business! Agatha accidentally but venomously spat in Maddie's face as she continued to rage. Maddie cautiously wiped the spittle off her face. The yelling and screaming Agatha continued as she backed the fearful Maddie into the living room. Mom, her face contorted with anger, began grousing because she had been called by the doctor to come in for an important visit only to be told that Maddie had tried to kill herself. Maddie looked away in shame and fear. The conversation became fiery and stern, not caring or curious about Maddie's well-being. Agatha never asked if Maddie was okay or what could she do to help. Just continuous outrage at what her daughter had done to Agatha. Agatha was all that mattered. She seemed to have absolutely zero maternal instincts.

Why did he need to know this garbage? Agatha spat, her temper burning hot.

Maddie didn't know. She had made a huge mistake sharing her problem. She shrugged her shoulders.

Answer me! Agatha persisted.

Maddie was slow to respond. I don't know."

You liar. Liar! You made it up just to get attention, and now I look like a horrible parent. You're going to pay for this! Agatha snarled as she gave Maddie a nasty smack across her face. Maddie held her cheek, began to cry, and ran to her room, Agatha in hot pursuit up the stairs.

The fight