Her Cold Mother, His Bloody Betrayal

loud crack that split

uried in an SAT prep book. He looked up, his eyes wide with confu

scraped violently against the f

was wearing a black ski mask an

it at o

d stain blossomed on the front of his white t-shirt, right over his chest. He

is head hitting the t

e was the bright, spreading red. All

rambled out of my chair, knocking it over. I di

d and r

thought to get out. Get away. I ran without lo

had done t

life, I h

over the wound, not knowing what to do. I had pulled out m

r. Olivia Miller. A ce

ne. "Ethan's been shot. At the l

e other end. Then her v

ng about now? I'm busy. Ashley and

desperation clawing at my throa

of the time I spend with Ashley, but making up a story like this is

hung

by the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late. Ethan died fro

, her nails a perfect, glossy pink. When the doctor announced

ief and rage. "You did this! You just watched

with confusion and suspicion. In their grief, her words were ea

me. We were at the top of a wide staircase in the ho

my ba

kening crack. A sharp, searing pain shot through my skull. Warm liquid, thick and sti

stairs, looking down at me, her

ing out just like my brother. My last t

he library at the exact moment the nightma

s just as shocking. The buzzi

him would only lead to my own death. It would lead

one child die because of their obsession with another. A m

I chose to

n, leaving Ethan, my mother, my father, and that whole broken life behind me. Let them see for themselv

would just be