I Died In The Freezer
When Joy Staton, my adoptive sister, fainted in the freezer on her birthday, William Staton, my brother, checked on the security footage in rage. The moment he saw that I was the one who took Joy into the freezer, he kicked me inside without hesitation.
Before shutting the door, he stared at me in disgust. “You’ve been pushing your luck a lot these days, huh? If I’d been a second too late, Joy would’ve died!”
I wanted to defend myself, but William refused to listen and slammed the door shut.
I heard him talking to the bodyguards outside.
“If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out!”
But he did not know that Joy had set the freezer to –58 °F. I did not even have the strength to complain about the freezer being cold.
William did not know that the sister he once loved dearly had stopped breathing in the freezer. He had killed his only blood relative left in the world.