Chapter 5
He looked down at me like I was gum on his shoe. All the love, all the warmth–gone.
“What video? Stop making excuses. You deserve everything you’re getting. Your mother might as well finish the job.”
My father–the one person I thought would never abandon me–was telling my mother to kill me.
He’d seen the video. He had to have.
Just then, my sisters Chelsea and Zoe walked in from whatever Mean Girls convention they’d been attending. They glanced at me lying there bleeding, rolled their eyes in perfect sync, and walked upstairs to their rooms.
After what felt like forever, Mom finally stopped–not out of mercy, but because she was too tired to continue her little workout routine on my body.
Dad slipped his arm around her waist and guided her upstairs to their bedroom like she’d just finished a hard day at the office instead of attempting filicide.
The beating had reopened half my wounds and probably created some new ones. But nobody gave a single glance.
And I still had no clue what I’d supposedly done to deserve all this.
I felt hollowed out, like someone had scooped out everything inside me and replaced it with ice. In this house, even Dad had joined the enemy camp.
There was no point to stay here anymore.
I packed what little I could carry and planned my midnight escape.
As I crept past Dad’s study with my duffle bag, I noticed the glow of a screen through the cracked door.
Something pulled me closer.
I eased the door open another inch and saw my mother staring at her phone, watching that goddamn video again.
I stood frozen, finally seeing what everyone else had seen–and what I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I finally knew why my mother wanted me dead!!!
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
