Chapter 6

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I go to the front door and let Sam in.

"You don't look very sick," he says.

"Dad is here," I disregard his comment.

"What? Why?" He asks.

"I don't have time to explain, just come sit," I shake my head.

He hesitantly takes a seat on the couch, unsure of how close to get to our father.

"He doesn't bite," I laugh. "You can talk to him."

"I have nothing to say to him," he deadpans.

"Well, the three of us need to talk," I assert.

"About?" He raises his eyebrows.

"I'm not good at adding things up, you know that," I say. "Which is why I'm glad I reconnected with dad."

"Congratulations," he rolls his eyes. "You've got our unreliable father back in your life."

"He helped me piece it all together," I continue.

"Piece what together?" He asks.

"You're very impatient," my father chimes in.

"I am, maybe if you would've been a father you'd know that about me," he growls.

"You acted so surprised," I ignore his comment about dad. "Like you didn't expect that call the slightest bit. And then you came home to take care of it, finish it. I bet you didn't even realize you left your watch here."

He glances down at his wrist and mutters a string of curse words to himself.

"You bolted and said we had to stay away from each other for a little while," I shake my head. "You were worried you'd slip up and confess to killing mom. And the craziest thing is even if I found your watch, I would've assumed it fell off. I never would've guessed that it was you."

He's silent.

"Why'd you do it?" My father asks.

"Somebody had to!" Sam yells. "She wasn't gonna stop on her own! The killings would've continued until she got herself caught! We would've been left with no one!"

"You left us with no one!" I scream. "And then you left me! You left me completely alone and you didn't even care!"

"You can't fix her mistakes by doing what she did on a smaller scale," dad reasons.

"You copied her crimes exactly," I grimace. "The writing on her arms, the eyes open, the mouth sewn shut."

"And I bet you don't even feel guilty," dad shakes his head.

"You're right," Sam confirms. "I didn't do anything that I should feel guilty about."

"Get out," I say.

"What?" He asks.

"Get out," I repeat. "You took my mother, my sense of safety, and you turned my brother into an animal. Get out, and never come back."

"V-Vanessa," he stutters.

"Get out," I demand. "Or I'll call the cops and have you arrested for my mother's murder."

He wordlessly gets up from the couch and leaves. His car speeds down the road and my father wraps me in another hug.

"Come live with me," he whispers.

"You don't have to," I shake my head.

"I want to," he says. "I missed too much of your life."

"Thank you," I say quietly.

"Just promise me one thing," he says.

"Anything," I nod.

"Promise me you'll stay away from the basement."

And that's the end! I hope you guys loved reading this as much as I loved writing it! Thank you for all of your patience and for being so understanding lately.

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