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Chapter 7

작가: Bones
My limbs were twisted at impossible angles, and my whole body was covered in blood. My face, which Dad always complained was "so depressing" was now so pale that it was almost translucent.

A jagged tree branch had pierced straight through my chest, pinning me and the mud beneath me to the ground. Rain beat against my face, but it couldn't wash away that gray pallor of death.

Dad stood there, frozen. Then, he laughed. "This prop looks insanely real."

He took a couple of steps forward, crouched
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  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 10

    Dad started drinking and talking to himself. He went off the deep end.A week after my death, he brought my urn back to the cliff where we'd filmed that reality show. He now looked like a homeless man—unshaven, clothes wrinkled and dirty, and reeking of alcohol. There was nothing left of the high-flying man from the helicopter that day.He set my urn down on the big rock where I'd fallen to my death. Then, he laid out a whole spread of strawberry mousse cakes. He'd gone all over the city, hitting every bakery he could find to buy them."Emma, it's time to eat."Dad sat on the ground, grabbed a piece of cake with his hand, and shoved it into his mouth.I watched him.He ate fast, almost ferociously, as if he were trying to make up for every moment he'd failed me in this life. Whipped cream clung to his beard, mixing with the blood from where he'd bitten his lip without even realizing it.Red blood and pink cream churned together in his mouth."It's so sweet. You always liked swe

  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 9

    Dad's finger stopped on that line, and his tears finally fell. I couldn't tell if the grief was genuine or if this was just an act for the cops standing beside him.He kept flipping through the pages, reading all the way to the last one. That last entry had been written that morning. The handwriting was messy, like it had been scribbled in a rush."Those people caught up to us. Dad hurt his leg and can't run fast. If we really can't get away, I'll go distract them. I put all the money I have in this hidden pocket. It's only a few thousand, but I hope it's enough for Dad to buy some food."P.S. Dad, if I make it back alive this time, can you buy me a strawberry mousse cake? You always get black forest cake for me, but I'm actually allergic to chocolate. Every time I eat it, I break out in hives. But you look so happy when you're buying the cake that I just can't bring myself to tell you. Still, if I end up dying to save you this time, I guess I'll never have to take allergy meds agai

  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 8

    Dad froze.The director was right. He had indeed said that.He was the one who said, "If Emma finds out, the acting won't feel real. I want her to really think I'm going to die. I want to feel that despair and sacrifice."For this so-called "authenticity", he'd taken away my right to know the truth. With it, he'd taken away my chance at survival.If I'd known it was all an act, I would've run to the left. I would've jumped onto the safety cushions.However, I'd thought the wolves were real. I'd thought Dad was really going to die. That was why I'd chosen the road that led to my death instead.Dad was the one who'd personally forced his only daughter into a dead end.His mouth hung open, but he couldn't make a sound. Sheer absurdity and terror wrapped around his heart like a giant hand and squeezed hard.He suddenly started patting his pockets, fumbling to pull out his phone. I thought he was going to call 911 or the cops, but the first thing he did was open the livestream app's

  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 7

    My limbs were twisted at impossible angles, and my whole body was covered in blood. My face, which Dad always complained was "so depressing" was now so pale that it was almost translucent.A jagged tree branch had pierced straight through my chest, pinning me and the mud beneath me to the ground. Rain beat against my face, but it couldn't wash away that gray pallor of death.Dad stood there, frozen. Then, he laughed. "This prop looks insanely real."He took a couple of steps forward, crouched down, and reached out. His fingertips brushed my cheek. It felt slick, like skin washed clean by the rain. My flesh had lost all softness, leaving only a cold, rigid touch.He was still smiling, but his eyes were nothing but two dark, hollow pits."Wayne, where'd you get this prop made? It's so realistic. Even the wound…"Dad reached toward the blood on my chest. "Why isn't this paint dry yet?"He scrubbed at it, harder and harder. The more he wiped, the more there was. The blood smeared ac

  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 6

    The hall suddenly fell silent. Only the sound of rain remained, hammering outside like a rapid drumbeat, pounding on everyone's hearts.Dad's hand paused mid-slice over the steak. The knife scraped across the plate with a harsh screech. He froze for a few seconds, then let out a short laugh."Blood? Props really went all out this time." He glanced over at the director with a hint of approval in his eyes. "Not bad, Wayne. You planned this, too? To add suspense? To go for some big 'plot twist'?"The director looked completely lost and waved his hands quickly. "Mr. Locke, I didn't plan anything. The script ends at the cliff jump. There's nothing after that.""You didn't plan anything?" Dad frowned. "Then, Emma did this herself? Not bad. She actually brought blood packs with her just to spook me? I was wondering what she'd stuffed into that bulging backpack. So, she'd already planned to pull this pity stunt on me."He stood up and grabbed the walkie-talkie, striding over to the microp

  • I Died for Dad's Reality Show   Chapter 5

    "The cushion… There's no one on it." The voice on the other end was shaking. "And… we found a shoe next to it."The director froze for a second and instinctively looked over at Dad.Dad sat there. His expression was dark as he drank in sullen silence. When he heard John's words, he impatiently snatched the walkie-talkie."What's so shocking about a damn shoe? Emma must've tossed it there on purpose to freak me out! That brat. Does she think she can play mind games with me because I tricked her once?"He yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Keep looking! Widen the search! Even if she dug a hole and buried herself there, you're digging her out for me!"He slammed the walkie-talkie down and angrily loosened his tie."Kids these days are so cunning. Look at Emma, even taking off her shoes just to get me worked up." He grumbled to Alice, "This is what happens when you're too soft on them. When she gets back, I'm grounding her for a month."Alice rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. S

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