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My Family Auctioned Everything, So I Put My Life on the Block 9
I found out later that my father didn't die.A cemetery security guard found him in time and called an ambulance. At the hospital, doctors pumped his stomach.But prolonged oxygen deprivation and severe psychological shock had broken his mind completely.The criminal case was put on hold because he was no longer mentally competent to stand trial.He became homeless.Every day he dug through trash piles, picking out scraps of paper and plastic bottles.Rain or shine, he drew squares on the ground and sorted his salvaged junk into them, piece by piece.Whenever a passerby came near, he would rush up and throw his arms around their legs.Then he would pull out leaves, candy wrappers, and torn scraps of paper from his pockets, holding them out like precious offerings."I bid a hundred thousand family credits!"For my daughter to look at me just once!"I have more if that's not enough!"Drool streaked his face, but he kept smiling ingratiatingly."See? I earned these. I work really hard."C
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My funeral was extravagant.My father sold the house and emptied his savings to buy me a sunny plot in the most expensive cemetery in the city.He brought a truckload of funeral flowers and withdrew tens of thousands of dollars in cash.There were no guests at the headstone. Just him.He set fire to the crisp twenty-dollar bills and let them burn on the ground in front of the headstone, stack after stack.The firelight lit up his gaunt face."Clary, no more auctions today."All of this is yours."He wiped my photo on the headstone with his hand. The wound on the back of his hand split open from the heat, smearing blood across the stone."Go buy yourself a big house over there. Buy the finest clothes."Eat whatever you want. You never have to count credits again."I hovered above the fire pit, watching the flames churn.When I was alive and at my poorest, he kicked away a marked-down sandwich that cost next to nothing as if it were garbage.When I needed nothing more than his signature
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My father got over a dozen stitches at the hospital, then went straight to our uncle's house.He needed my birth certificate and Social Security card, the ones Mom had left at her brother's house years ago, to finish the paperwork on my death.He had barely reached the front gate when he heard Melody's shrill screaming."You can't kick me out! I'm an investor!"Melody, still in her stained Chanel dress, was jabbing her finger at Aunt Helen and yelling."I brought ten thousand dollars in cash! I'll pay you two hundred a day for a month! Give me the best room right now!"Helen smirked and tossed her suitcase out the door.Designer bags tumbled across the ground."Little brat. You come here flashing your daddy's money, acting all high and mighty?"Your own sister died at home, and you didn't say one word about it. You grabbed the cash and ran. An ungrateful little snake like you? I'd be afraid you'd slit my throat in my sleep!"Get out!"Melody was beside herself with rage.She was used t
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My father was taken away by the police.The investigation was still ongoing. He had been detained on suspicion of child abuse.Two weeks later, he was released on bail and came back to handle my funeral arrangements.When he pushed open the front door, he looked like he had aged ten years.A large patch of his hair had gone white. His clothes hung limp and wrinkled on his frame. He looked like a hollowed-out shell.Melody had already taken the cash left in the house and fled to our uncle's place.The living room was a wreck. Only the whiteboard, still covered in auction rules, remained on the wall.Before long, Ms. Warren arrived.She didn't say a word. She just slammed a faded old backpack down on the coffee table.The zipper fell open, spilling out a few worn textbooks, a stack of returned college applications, and a diary held together with strips of tape."Mr. Davis."Ms. Warren's eyes were rimmed with red, boring into him."Do you have any idea what your daughter's life was like a
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An officer grabbed my father and hauled him back from the door."Let go of me! She's faking it!"My father's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the body and screamed."She's just trying to make me back down! Claire, get up! Playing dead, are you? I'll take every last credit you have! You'll never eat a hot meal again!"The body on the cot gave no response.The medical examiner arrived soon afterward, and the room was taped off.Wearing two pairs of gloves, he carefully turned over my severely burned hand.The rotting flesh clung to the bone, and at the slightest touch, black pus ran down the edge of the cot."Before death, the victim sustained severe full-thickness burns and received no medical treatment. The wounds were extensively infected."The medical examiner stood up, barely containing his anger."She also suffered from long-term malnutrition. Her stomach contained nothing but gastric fluid and several wads of undigested toilet paper."She died in agony, and she died starving."
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For the next two days, I still didn't come out.My father seemed to be in a contest with me over who could hold out longer.He stopped cooking at home and took Melody out to eat every day, acting as if I simply didn't exist.Then, on the third afternoon, rapid knocking sounded at the front door.Outside stood Ms. Warren, my school's college counselor.Her forehead was slick with sweat, and she clutched a college application packet."Mr. Davis, I'm Olivia Warren, the college counselor at Claire Davis's school. She's been absent for four days straight, and I can't reach her by phone."The early application deadline is this week, and her scholarship paperwork still needs her guardian's signature. No matter how busy she is with work, she can't throw away her future like this!"My father blocked the doorway with a nonchalant smile."She can't even afford to bid on the application fee. How is she supposed to go to college?"Ms. Warren, we have our own system in this family. Everyone earns wh
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