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To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I was fed up with his shit. He stood up straight and backed away, "You see if I killed you, they'll kill me because you're one of us now, and I don't think getting rid of you is worthy of my life." He motioned for one of his men to do something before he looked back at me. Something in the look in his eyes told me shit is about to go down, "So instead I have a better way to do it." ************* Cara's POV

“To which?” Maya manages the smallest, worst smile. “Both.” Denise closes her eyes for one second. When she opens them, she is not comforted. She is recalculating. “Right,” she says. A clean cut. Outside, laughter rises near the wash station. Then Aaron’s voice, too bright: “Dead once, leads twice.” A few people laugh. Someone repeats it. Dead once, leads twice. Oh, hell. Maya is out the curtain before Pete can stop her.

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

Axel: And you're sure you made no mistakes? Hyce: Do I look like a fuçking kid? Axel: That's fuçked up, and Banks kept it for this long? Hyce: Totally fuçked up, I hate that arsehole *rolling eyes emoji* Roonie: If hating me gets you coupons or free tickets, kept it up wanker. Hyce: When you die, "We lost a wicked motherfûcker" will be on your tombstone. Roonie: Add this... "He had a big dîck and used it damn well"

I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Mom burst out laughing before she took out a small remote control from her pocket. "Do you know why we took out that accidental death policy on you? Why did it have to be today, and specifically at this dinner? It wasn't merely a trap—it was a sacrificial rite, Weston." She pressed the button on the remote control, causing the TV to flicker on and display a piece of surveillance footage. That footage showed several people in black robes standing around a baby, chanting incantations.

He collapsed onto the floor, screaming like a lunatic, "I didn't mean to! I swear I didn't mean to! I just wanted to teach him a lesson! I never wanted him to die!" With a sharp click, cold handcuffs locked around his wrists. Mom stood to the side, making futile excuses. Her face was as pale as a sheet. Floating beside them, I watched their panic and how they immediately tried to shift the blame, feeling completely numb inside. From beginning to end, all they cared about was who would take the fall. All they worried about was whether they would go to prison. Not a single tear was shed for my death. Dad was taken to the police station.

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

One tragedy after another had occurred this week, and my nerves were frayed to their limit. "It'll be okay. Everything will definitely be okay. You already called the police, right? They're on their way. They'll be fine." The words had barely left his lips when my phone rang. I answered it, and Delia's crazed, unhinged voice came through the line. "They're all dead," she exclaimed before bursting into deranged laughter. "They're all dead! Dead!" Then the call was abruptly cut off. When I tried calling again, the phone had been switched off once more.