" It's all your fault ! " Aphrodite shouted . " You disgusting , ungrateful son of a bitch !! "
Cordelia recieves another harsh blow , this time square on the nose . The sheer force of the strike forced warm , sickly - tasting , dark red blood to drip from it . The throbbing pain and cries followed milliseconds later .
Aphrodite , a voluptuously - built lady stepped closer to her crying daughter . Hate , spite and rage reached their tipping points within her . As she looked down , she saw the blood of Cordelia smeared over her otherwise perfect hands and knuckles .
" You insolent bastard ! " , she screamed again with the venom of a scorpion . " I should've killed you after you were born !! " Every strike brought blood . Every strike brought an insult . Some minor , some too vulgar to repeat , even for the narrator . The damned list would go on for unfathomable lengths . It's always been this way . She knew what was coming next . That is because it had happened before .