I Was the Monster, They Were the Lie

Ming Yue

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The splintered wood of the floorboards pressed into my cheek. Another girlfriend gone, another brutal beating from my father. Each woman I brought home to Redwood Creek, to seek the "blessing" at our family's Pioneer's Home, emerged twisted with rage, screaming that I was filth. My step-brothers found happy marriages after their girls went inside; I was almost thirty and still a pariah. My father, Jedidiah Thorne, the town's esteemed mayor, finally showed me why. He strapped me into a chair in a hidden room beneath the Pioneer's Home, then played a horrifying video. On screen, a figure with my very face, my movements, was brutally torturing animals, then attacking my terrified girlfriends. He confirmed it was me, every single time. My world shattered. I was a monster, a broken thing deserving only death. I sought release in the old quarry, a plunge like my mother's alleged accident. I survived, but the narrative was set: Ethan Thorne, unstable, suicidal. My father reinforced it, holding me captive, ever-monitored. I faked insanity to finally be institutionalized. Numbed by medication, I accepted my cage, a safely contained monster. Until one grey day in the drab yard, I saw her. Sarah. My first love. The girl I was told I'd killed years ago. She was undeniably alive. And her eyes held a fierce, angry truth that ripped through the fog, promising to expose a horror far greater than I could ever imagine.

Suspense Modern Bully Revenge Personal growth

Chapter 10

01-06 19:35

Introduction

My father, Jedidiah Thorne, the town's esteemed mayor, finally showed me why. He strapped me into a chair in a hidden room beneath the Pioneer's Home, then played a horrifying video. On screen, a figure with my very face, my movements, was brutally torturing animals, then attacking my terrified girlfriends. He confirmed it was me, every single time.

My world shattered. I was a monster, a broken thing deserving only death. I sought release in the old quarry, a plunge like my mother's alleged accident. I survived, but the narrative was set: Ethan Thorne, unstable, suicidal. My father reinforced it, holding me captive, ever-monitored. I faked insanity to finally be institutionalized.

Numbed by medication, I accepted my cage, a safely contained monster.

Until one grey day in the drab yard, I saw her. Sarah. My first love. The girl I was told I'd killed years ago. She was undeniably alive. And her eyes held a fierce, angry truth that ripped through the fog, promising to expose a horror far greater than I could ever imagine.