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The Scapegoat Daughter

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 564    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

o the smell of blea

re, just a silent observer, a weightless presence tethered to him. I wa

moments was gone, replaced by a hollow

ront of him. He was professionally detached, his face a

g," he said, his voice flat. "In

ared on the large monitor. Black tras

ed, "dismembered. The M.E. is on site no

ess Cree

kil

tinez, looked pale. "J

replied, his eyes fixed on th

egs, my life, all chopped up and discarded in the swamp like garbage. I f

desk rang. He picked it

s soon as you have it. I want to know everythin

cold fire of a hunter. He didn't know he was looking for his own daughter. He was

t his subordinates. I watched him stare at a framed photo on his desk. It was of E

e no pict

passenger seat, an invisible passenger on a ride I'd taken a thousand times. He

ome, my mothe

ked, her voice a t

cket. "She's probably at her friend's place, su

hand going to her chest. "She is

. I could only watch as they moved on with their lives, their anger at me a comfortable, familiar blanket. They had no idea th

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“My brother didn't die. He just used a hurricane to run away, leaving me to pay for his escape. For eight agonizing years, my parents blamed me, punishing me for a "sin" I didn't commit, calling my very existence a penance for their lost golden child. On my nineteenth birthday, I tried to break free from their toxic grip. But as a notorious killer stalked me, I begged my father-a detective hunting this very monster-for help. He had already broken my only self-defense, a pepper spray he'd derided as a "useless toy," and then he dismissed my desperate texts as just another one of my dramatic cries for attention. I died because of their callous neglect, because the weapon I relied on failed me. As a ghost, I watched in horrifying silence as they grieved for a son who was never truly gone, while simultaneously dismissing my actual death. My dismembered body on their evidence board was just another case; my own parents were too consumed by mourning a lie to see the devastating truth of my final moments. How could they be so utterly blind? How could they condemn me for a lie, only to be completely untouched by my real, horrific truth? My entire life was an inconvenience, my death an unacknowledged whisper. But then, Ethan returned, alive, shattering their carefully constructed grief and revealing his selfish deception. And my killer, caught by my father, delivered the final, crushing blow: a confession detailing how my parents' neglect had sealed my fate, forcing my father to finally confront his own daughter's terrifying final pleas.”
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