- 6.
Twenty minutes crawled by, and instead of cops, Dad showed up, lugging his suitcase.
“What the hell happened here? Our house is
burned to the ground!”
Lindsey launched herself at him, clinging to
him and bawling.
“Dad, there was a fire! It’s all Lindsay’s fault!”
“She killed Mom! She wanted to light
fireworks, and I told her not to, but she did it
anyway! It set the whole house on fire, and
Mom was trapped! She burned to death!”
“She talked me into having the party… Mom’s
gone, Dad! She’s dead!”
Lindsey sobbed, her words tumbling out in a
jumbled mess of grief, but the gist of it was
clear.
Dad’s face turned thunderous, but Lindsey,
blinded by her own performance, didn’t
notice.
“Dad, you have to do something! Lindsay’s
denying everything!”
“Mom was so sweet, so good! She loved
Lindsay and me, and now she’s dead!”
“I just want Lindsay to cut ties with us. She
doesn’t deserve to be a Miller!”
Lindsey’s voice rose higher and higher, lost in
her fantasy, completely oblivious to the
murderous look in Dad’s eyes.
US IUUN III Daus Gyos.
Chad chimed in, “Lindsey needs to be
punished for what she did. She needs to turn
herself in…”
Finally, Lindsey caught Dad’s eye, that look of
pure, unadulterated rage. Her words died in
her throat.
Lindsey stuttered, “Dad…? What’s wrong?”
Like a fool, she doubled down, “Dad, Lindsay
killed Mom.”
Dad’s hand flashed out, and the sound of the
slap echoed.
The neighbors gasped.
“What’s going on?”
“Did he just hit the wrong person?”
“That’s messed up, hitting his own daughter
like that!”
Chad stood there, stunned. A couple of
seconds passed before he rushed to Lindsey,
helping her up.
“MA Millar
indsav killed Mom! Why did you
“Mr. Miller, Lindsay killed Mom! Why did you
hit Lindsey?”
Dad’s icy glare shut Chad up real quick.
“Get out!”
Chad had never seen Dad so scary. He froze.
“You have no right to interfere in our family
matters!”
