Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 77

Chapter 8

Dad lost it. He stopped going to work and stopped doing anything else, except for one

thing.

Day and night, he hunted down anyone who had ever hurt me. He didn’t care how powerful they were or who they knew.

He dragged Tommy and his friends right out of their classroom. He knew that if he went through the courts, their families would buy their way out. So he used his fists.

My father, the quiet, soft-spoken man I’d known my whole life, had become terrifying.

He swung without mercy. Blood spattered across the ground with every blow.

Then he found Jack Fletcher, the man who had hidden his cruelty behind a kind face.

Something cold and merciless settled in Dad’s eyes. He beat the man half to death, his

fists flying as if he had nothing left to lose.

Watching him come apart like that terrified me. I screamed at him to stop. “Dad, stop!

Please, stop!”

The neighbors had to drag him off before he killed him.

Dad collapsed to his knees, all the fight draining out of him. He buried his face in his bloodied hands and whispered, “Lily, I got them. I got them for you.”

Sirens cut through the air. The crowd parted as the police pushed through.

Detective Gordon was up front, like before. One look told him everything he needed to

know. He sighed heavily and motioned for his officers to cuff Dad.

The day we left the crematorium, only Mom and Sam came.

The sky hung low and gray. Cold rain ran down Mom’s face, but she didn’t seem to feel

1. She shrugged off her jacket and wrapped it around my urn, clutching it close.

“Lily always hated the rain. I can’t let her get wet.”

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When I finally came to, I was terified of the rain had been ever since

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I saw the guilt fortring Mom’s face and reached for her sleeve, though I knear she

contra’t fool me

“Mom, please put your jacket back on. You get sick

“Y’a dead now. The rain can’t hurt me anymore”

I stood there in the downpour, watching the raindrops fall right through me I couldn’t fast a thing,

My mind went back to those three days in the hospital. I’d been so sick I could barely open my eyes, but I’d sensed someone beside me

Be sever said a word, just stayed with me. She kept a cool cloth on my forehead. She set darms through the night so she could check on me. For three days, she barely slept at

Even theavy. The have, I remembered thinking one thing, it had to be Mom.

It was like all those nights after she’d hurt me She would slip into my room after I’d fallen asleep, just to look at me.

Part of me believed she loved me. But I also knew how much she hated me.

Sometimes 1 almost wanted her to punish me just so she’d notice I was there. Pain was worth it if it meant she’d hold me afterward.

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I used to dream about it, over and over, about what it would feel like if she held me.

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