Chapter 3
My bestie stood up, waving her phone around.
“I have evidence! Fiona’s been through five boyfriends since she was twenty, and her dad ruined every single relationship! He even got them to hurt her with words and hits! I have all the injury photos she sent me. These monsters need to face justice!”
The moment she finished, my dad let out this creepy-ass giggle, his face twisting into something straight out of a horror movie.
He motioned for the cops to loosen their grip on his arms, then turned to my friend.
“Fine, take me in. But first, I need to grab some important evidence from my study. You can all come with me if you’re worried I’ll try to escape.”
My blood turned to ice in my veins.
I immediately blocked the study door, cold sweat drenching my clothes, eyes red and desperate.
“No! None of you can go in there!”
If I was right, anyone who followed my dad into that study would come out completely changed—just like everyone else had.
Seeing how scared I was, my bestie wrapped her arm around my shoulders.
“Fiona, it’s okay. The police and I are here now. Your dad can’t hurt you anymore.”
She looked at me worriedly, but I wouldn’t let go of the doorknob, holding it for dear life—fingers almost numb.
My eyes were total chaos—scared shitless and helpless as hell. The cops? They just stared, confused—probably thought I was losing it.
The female officers walked over with soft, reassuring smiles, gently pulling me aside.
“It’s alright, Fiona. We’re just letting him get something. He can’t possibly hurt you.”
I shook my head wildly, tears streaming down my face and splashing onto the floor.
“Please, you can’t go in there. You just can’t.”
The way I freaked out only made them more curious about what secrets the study might be hiding. I knew I’d blown it.
One officer even told me to stay put, while everyone else followed my dad inside. I couldn’t stop them.
My bestie even had the nerve to mock him, saying, “Let’s see what tricks you’ll pull now that you’re screwed! You tried to murder your own daughter—you’re going down, no matter what!”
She was the last one to enter the study.
She even turned back, winked at me, and smiled reassuringly. With her there, everything would be fine.
I stood there like a statue, my emotions going haywire—heart pounding, hands shaking, brain total static. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think—just…frozen.
Honestly, part of me prayed they had stronger willpower than the others and wouldn’t be affected by whatever my dad did.
Even if they went in, my bestie’s gotta be on my side, right? She definitely wouldn’t ditch me.
God, I was so naive.
Through the crack in the door, I watched her expression transform from fearful to panicked, then shift entirely to rage and hostility.
She was so angry she slammed a coffee cup onto the floor.
Boom! Pieces everywhere—I just stood there, shook.
My dad lifted his head smugly, like this was exactly what he’d expected.
When they stepped out, my friend smashed her phone onto the floor—crash!—then turned to the cops with a weak, sorry smile.
“I’m so sorry, officers. Mr. Blackwood was just trying to bond with his daughter. He never meant to hurt her. I completely misunderstood.”
The officers frowned, their faces darkening as they stared me down.
“Don’t ever file false reports again! This is just a verbal warning, but next time you won’t be so lucky!”
I collapsed to the floor like a deflated balloon.
Their complete reversal proved I’d never get help again.
My “bestie” dug her fingernails into my head.
“Listen up! If you hadn’t lied about being murdered, I wouldn’t have made a false report. You better seriously think about what you did!!”
They all gave me dirty looks before letting my dad loose and storming out.
As soon as the door snapped shut, my ex-bestie’s face practically deformed into this bitter, cruel sneer, and she stared me down like I was her worst enemy.
She even rushed into the kitchen, grabbed two huge knives, and shoved them into my dad’s hands, practically begging him to chop me up on the spot.
“Uncle, you’re so right—Fiona is absolute trash! She has a perfectly good life but just HAD to go dating. Since she’s so disobedient, you might as well kill her now!”
“Worthless bitches like her are just wasting oxygen on this planet—she should just DIE!”
