Family First? Nah. Revenge First. Welcome to My Heatwave Trap! Chapter 10

Family First? Nah. Revenge First. Welcome to My Heatwave Trap! Chapter 10

When I opened the camera feed again, Dad lay on the floor with a fruit knife buried in his chest. He

had stopped breathing.

Ryan trembled all over.

“What do we do? I didn’t mean to!”

“He attacked first. It was self-defense.”

A strange light flashed in Brooke’s eyes.

“Yeah, it wasn’t your fault.”

Ryan panicked. “Let’s throw him outside. No one’s out there anyway. No one will notice.”

Brooke grabbed his hand.

“No. We can’t throw him out.”

Ryan looked confused. “Then what do we do?”

Brooke licked her lips.

“Put him in the freezer.”

“In the… freezer?”

Brooke nodded. “Yeah. Who knows when this heatwave will end? We only have one pack of ramen left. What, are we supposed to just wait to starve?”

“Dad’s got plenty of meat on him. It’ll last us a while…”

Ryan stared at his father’s body for a long time. Then he nodded.

With Brooke’s help, they shoved Dad’s body into the freezer piece by piece.

I downloaded the footage, sent it anonymously to the police tip line, and never checked the cameras

again.

I didn’t want to know what happened to them anymore.

After living comfortably in the villa for a month, the deadly heatwave finally ended.

A heavy rain fell, and the weather returned to normal. The endless daylight disappeared too.

The day after the heatwave broke, I received a call from the police.

They told me they had found Mom’s body on the street. They also asked me to come down to the station. My brother and his wife had been arrested.

The location was only about a hundred yards from our apartment building.

If Dad and the others had bothered to look for her, she might still be alive.

They also asked me to come down to the station.

Ryan and Brooke had been arrested.

The police received the anonymous video and found parts of Dad’s body in the freezer.

As Dad’s daughter, I refused to write a letter of leniency for Ryan or Brooke.

I demanded the judge give them the harshest sentence possible.

In the end, Ryan received life in prison and Brooke got fifteen years.

My nephew Tyler was too young to go to prison.

But I refused to adopt him.

He was the precious golden child of the Harper family-not mine.

He was sent to child protective services and placed in a group home.

Without Mom and Dad’s endless spoiling, maybe one day he could become a decent person. I sold my apartment at a low price, moved to a new city, and left that vampire family behind.

From then on, every single day of my life felt incredibly free.