LOGINOn my 18th birthday, my stepmother, Sheila Coleman, teams up with her secret lover, William Lynch, to kill me in cold blood. After that, she carves my femur into a bone sculpture and presents it to my dad as a gift. Dad loves the sculpture to no end. Thanks to Sheila slandering me in the past, he doesn't give a damn about me at all, even after finding out that I've gone missing. In fact, he even declares that he wants to cut off all ties with me. "Don't bring that brat up in front of me from now on! I hope that she dies out there!" But when he finds out that I'm really dead, he goes crazy from remorse.
View MoreDad said, "When you were hurting her, did you ever think this day would come for you too?"William spat out a mouthful of blood and forced himself to stay calm through the pain. "Richard, listen to me. This wasn't my intention. It was all Sheila's idea. She hated Rae for refusing to accept her. I didn't have the heart to do it either. She pushed me into it. You killed her? Good. A vile woman like her deserved to die. Don't worry, I won't say a word. Rae's death breaks my heart too.""How dare you mention Rae?" Dad roared. He grabbed the hammer from the ground and slammed it down again and again, pouring years of pent-up fury into every strike. "You all deserve to die. I want you to repay with your lives!"There were a few muffled pleas, and then silence.William was dead too.Fear of death was real. In the end, they all begged for mercy. If that was fear, then none of them had shown the courage I had.Dad buried William in the backyard as well. Then he carefully cleaned himself
"I was wrong, Richard. I know I was wrong. Please, spare me."Sheila's screams gradually faded as she began to plead quietly, dredging up old grievances in a desperate attempt to survive. It didn't work. Dad's face stayed cold. All she could do was watch as he pulled out a beige scarf and looped it around her neck.For a brief moment, Sheila thrashed violently, then went still. She was dead, but her eyes stayed wide open, even in death.Dad slumped to the floor when he saw she was dead. He stared at his trembling, bloodied hands before bursting into laughter, which grew louder and more exaggerated until tears streamed down his face. Finally, he said, "Rae, I can protect you too.""Lies. I won't believe you, and I don't need your protection. You just feel sorry for me. I don't need your pity or you."Sheila was buried in the backyard, but her left leg bone was removed, polished, and crafted into a flawless bone sculpture.William couldn't reach Sheila and was too afraid to go to
Sheila's expression twisted into something vicious. "I waited so long for that first wife of yours to finally die so you could marry me openly. And what did I get? You dragged along a useless little burden. That damn little bitch was just like her dead mother, rotten to the core. She pointed right at my face and called me a homewrecker every single day."No matter how much I beat her, it never worked. Everyone whispered behind my back, saying I stole my way into this family. Everyone looked down on me. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to sew her mouth shut?"You even let that little bitch walk all over me. If you couldn't teach her properly, then I did it for you. She was stubborn as hell. Even after being beaten half to death, she never begged once, but she was afraid of dying. Do you know what she said right before she died? She cried and called for her mom. Hahaha. She actually thought her dead mother would come save her."Did I call for Mom? I didn't remember. How could
The scarf had once been something I treasured and kept hidden in my closet. Now it lay on display like a filthy rag, open for anyone to see. The police detected traces of ether and lily petals on it, along with a bit of cream. They concluded that when I was drugged, I had likely been holding flowers and a cake.Dad listened in a daze, barely registering the officers' questions. Then he bolted, almost as if he were fleeing. I followed him all the way to the cemetery. The grounds, which had been battered by a typhoon and torrential rain, had already been cleaned up by the groundskeeper. Mom's smiling face on her headstone looked bright and radiant in the sunlight.Other than me, no one had come to visit Mom in a very long time.Dad found the groundskeeper and frantically tried to describe me, asking if he had seen me in the past few days."Oh, that young lady. I remember her—she used to come by to visit her mom all the time," the groundskeeper said, scrutinizing Dad from head to toe.












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