The Blackwood Scandal

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front door open, as the noises feed into low murmurings. A few minutes passed, by the time I got my scores back up. I was starting to reek from the sweat, so I decided to shower as soon as I round up the game. I hear the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs in the distance, heading towards my par

eard it-

I crept out of my room, my eyes fixed on the

his fist twisted in a snarl. Mom was standing in front of him,

rowled, his voice e

she begged, her voice tremblin

what was happening. He raised the gun

ou again Jill.

nger. "You think I won't make you pay f

e no choice

whispered, my

s goin

tion in unison, their gazes meeti

"You don't know what she's done. You don't understand" he shoo

rstand that he was always absent, on one business trip or the other, and even when he was around, they were always arguing. Although it doesn't justify my

ounted a silent "I'm sorry" just before she turned ack to look at dad who

at him in seconds. The two of them crashed to t

ew out of my father's hand, landing with a thud on the rug. My mother's body jerked, as sh

y" she whispere

g, and then, I snapped. I walked forward, my eyes fixed on the metal object

a gun. I, who had never even held a toy gun before, was now holding a real, live firearm. I looked down at it in wonder, feeli

widening with shock. He couldn't b

ing?" he said, his voice dripping wi

lutched the gun in my hand and pulled the trigger. I watched as t

e floor, her eyes barely open, a pool of blood spreading around her. I felt a wave

like they were collapsing, unable to draw in enough air. My eyes d

r's body lay on the other side across the room, a crimson h

st like h

, growing louder, and the faint whisper of

what yo

everything