My Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna Free Today

The Garden and the Serpent

It started small. A compliment dropped like a lure.

That night, Yuna and I planted new irises. She didn’t apologize—she didn’t have to. She just said, “Next time, show me the scar sooner.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna

That’s when I knew: he wasn't trying to corrupt her with malice. He was trying to corrupt her with pity .

“Derek, you tried to poison my son. Now you’re trying to poison me. But I’m a gardener. I know the difference between growth and rot.” She picked up the pot and handed it back. “Take your pretty flower. And if you ever come near my family again, I’ll show you exactly how sharp a pruning shear can be.” The Garden and the Serpent It started small

“Mom,” I said, voice raw. “Do you remember the scar on my ribs? He gave it to me with a locker door. Do you remember the week I didn’t talk? He told the whole school I was a schizophrenic because I wouldn’t lend him twenty dollars.”

I felt the floor drop. He was rewriting history. My bruises, my terror, my sleepless nights—he was recasting them as my inability to forgive. And Yuna, my sweet, lonely mother, was drinking it in because he was offering her something she’d lost when Dad died: the feeling of being needed. She didn’t apologize—she didn’t have to

“He doesn’t want your tea, Mom. He wants you to look at me and see a liar. He wants to isolate me so completely that the one person I trust thinks I’m the villain. That’s not pity. That’s strategy .”