Jackpot of Vengeance
I won $30 million in the lottery.
I quietly told my mom, Helena Nightfall, and urged her to divorce my abusive, gambling-addicted dad, Victor Nightfall. From then on, I would take care of her and give her a life of luxury.
She agreed without hesitation, then turned around and told him everything.
Dad came to my door and demanded the money. When I refused, he beat me mercilessly.
In the end, it was my lovesick mother who searched my room, found my debit card, and took every cent I had.
Dad squandered my money on a life of excess. Not only did he kick Mom to the curb and find himself a new woman, but he even handed out my winnings generously to relatives back in our hometown.
They lived it up on my money while I—the one who had won the lottery—didn’t receive a single cent.
Unwilling to accept it, I went to confront Dad and demand my money back. By sheer coincidence, I ran into debt collectors who were after Dad.
Dad shoved me out the door and left me to be stabbed to death by his creditors.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I first discovered I had won the lottery.