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My god.

It wasn't a robbery.

It was my father.

He killed her.

My mother.

"Well?! Get back to your party!"

He screamed but I stared blankly at him. I can't believe. Did Jenny know?

No way she would never would have stayed with us. She didn't know. Right?

"You did it."

I muttered. That was the only thing I could get out of my mouth.

He stared at me blankly.

"Did what?"

"You killed her! My mother! You bastard!"

He looked at me. I could tell I hit the spot by saying that.

"How dare you."

" I remember everything! You shot her!"

He grabbed my throat with his huge hand.

And lifted me off the ground as his hand was crushing my throat.

I'm going to die.