Her Deadly Revenge
His eyes were pink rimmed and glossy.
Dad had been crying. Dad never cried, well, except when Uncle Sam died.
I was going to die. Oh, my God.
I had to end it before I fell asleep. From all we'd seen, I knew I'd go to sleep, and wake up a killer.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. My sapphire eyes weren't red. Yet.
"It's hot enough," Derek said. "We have to do this as fast as possible."
Dad stepped to my side. "We need to sanitize it, then use rubbing alcohol, and then we'll wait, okay?"
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