Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Emotional Realism / Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her / Chapter 5

Share

Chapter 5

Penulis: Washing Wheat
The officer asked, "Is this your daughter?"

His gaze dropped, settling on my empty leg. Dad's face finally changed. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. His hand lifted halfway, then froze in midair, as if he were afraid to touch me. "Where is her leg?"

"The victim was dismembered after death," the officer said. "One leg bone is missing. We still haven't found it."

It was as if his soul had been ripped out of him. He stood frozen in place. I leaned closer out of curiosity, wanting to see
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya
Bab Terkunci

Bab terbaru

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 12

    Dad 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

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 11

    "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

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 10

    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

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 9

    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.

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 8

    Sheila's face flushed red, yet she still forced a smile at Dad and said through clenched teeth, "I hate her. I wish she were dead. So what? Why don't you kill me, then? Richard, the police are still looking for that femur. What do you think will happen if they find it here?"Dad froze. Sheila took the opportunity to shove him aside and collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. "When that happens, you will be the prime suspect in her murder. Everything you have worked for all these years will be destroyed, and you will be branded a criminal for life. If you don't believe me, call the police yourself and see. This bone sculpture is proof enough. At worst, we go down together. If I am ruined, you won't make it out either."When Mary came to clean the house that morning, she found the place in complete disarray, and Dad looked as though he had aged ten years overnight. He sat motionless on the couch, surrounded by a small mountain of cigarette butts.Mary thought he was devastat

  • Too Late, Dad: I'm Dead Because You Trusted Her   Chapter 7

    Dad threw the sleeping pills he had found onto the table and demanded, "What is this?"Sheila's face went pale. She instinctively defended herself. "You haven't been sleeping well lately, and you've been upset over Raena. I just added a little to your milk so you could rest better.""This wasn't the first time, was it?" Dad said, his voice icy. "Who were you with?""I already told you, I went to see some friends," Sheila said. "If you don't believe me, you can—""Sheila! Do you really think I'm an idiot!" Dad shouted.In a fit of rage, he flung the cup on the table at her. "What is really going on? You're going to explain everything today!"The water was scalding. Sheila screamed as it splashed over her arm, leaving an angry red welt. She stared at Dad in disbelief. "Are you crazy? What are you losing your temper for? Do you really think I owe you anything!"In my memory, ever since Sheila married into the family, Dad had never once defied her. In ten years, he had never raised

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status