- 8.
Tiffany said, “You’re not the CEO. You’re a
nobody.”
Mom got angry.
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“You’re pregnant.”
Tiffany laughed.
“I’m a dancer. Why would I want to have a
baby?”
“I was going to say the baby died and blame
Cassie, but she killed herself.”
Mom started choking.
“It’s all your fault.”
Tiffany looked down on them.
“Look at yourselves!”
“I have a new boyfriend, and I’m leaving. The
best part of this? The same things you did to
your sister are going to happen to you.”
Jake grabbed Tiffany and beat her up.
Mom was scared.
Jake pushed Mom out of the room.
“Mom, this is between Tiffany and I.”
Mom started crying.
“Jake, I only have you left.”
Jake looked back and closed the door.
A few minutes later, people heard screaming.
Three days later, I got the news about Jake
and Tiffany.
Jake had kept Tiffany in the house and
tortured her.
The neighbors called the cops, and she was
rescued.
Her chest caved in. Her bones were bent, and
most of her body was burned. She barely
made it out alive.
Jake didn’t care.
He kept saying he needed to make up for
what he had done to Cassie.
He told the cops everything he had done.
The news blew up everywhere.
The mud Tiffany had dragged me through
was gone, and now it was her turn to get
trash talked.
Tiffany had gotten what she deserved.
My roommates were arrested for life.
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Their family suffered. Dad helped put them
out of business, and they all were pushed out.
Jake was charged with murder and sentenced
to death.
Tiffany was in jail for the rest of her life.
Mom had lost her job.
After Jake died, Mom donated the money to a
charity, to clear her name.
After the storm passed, Dad had good news.
He had found a doctor that might be able to
fix me.
I might be able to dance again.
I jumped into a plane to go back home.
The doctor said the bones still could work.
He said he could get me a 50/50 chance and
get me back on the stage again.
Luckily, the surgery worked.
On the way home, I looked over to see a
family member.
Her face was older. Her dark hair was filled
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with white.
I hid behind Dad.
Dad looked at me.
“Don’t you want to see your mom?”
I shook my head.
She gave birth to me.
Maybe kids will always owe their parents.
Even if she caused my unhappiness, I couldn’t
bring myself to hate her.
“Not seeing her is the best thing for us.‘
We put on our masks, and hurried away.
Mom stopped, and looked after us.
She tried to follow us, but we got away.
She stood there and started to cry.
I will get to dance on the stage one day.
Looking toward the light, and walking toward
the sun.
