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The Scapegoat Daughter

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 552    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

d sterile, a stark contrast to the humid New Orleans heat outside. The dismemb

y-looking man named Dr. Evan

wenties. He took his time with this one,

is face grim. "Any

of that. We'll have to rely on dental records or DNA. We're running a

y didn't know it was me. My father's cold, pro

. It was Olivia, my roommate, my only friend. Her eyes

ather's desk. "I need to file a missing

s files, his expression ann

osed to meet me yesterday for her birthday. She never

hing in my father's eyes

"She had a fight with us yesterday. She's

nger. "This is different. She was scared. She

ering over her. He was using his cop vo

g to manipulate us because she didn't want to do her volunteer work. I'm in the middle of a m

stood there for a moment, stunned into silence. Tears

to comfort her. But I

uiet. My mother was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She w

father asked, a rare hin

. Just the way he liked it, with extra sausag

g like a shrine. My chair was also empty, but no one seemed to notice or car

e son they thought was dead, they didn'

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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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