Family First? Nah. Revenge First. Welcome to My Heatwave Trap! Chapter 08

Family First? Nah. Revenge First. Welcome to My Heatwave Trap! Chapter 08

Mom hadn’t brought back much.

But my brother’s family never thought about going out to buy more either.

I watched those lazy good-for-nothings lying motionless on the sofa through the cameras and

laughed.

Perfect.

If you don’t go out now, you’ll never get another chance.

Soon everyone would realize the sun wasn’t going down anymore.

Experts called it an abnormal polar day caused by changes in Earth’s magnetic field.

Mom had brought back about a dozen packs of ramen.

If they ate carefully, it could have lasted a few days.

But from the way my brother and nephew were wolfing down food like starving ghosts on camera,

they probably wouldn’t make it past two days.

Just like last time.

That night, they finally noticed something was wrong.

The sun that usually set around six or seven was still hanging bright and blazing in the sky at ten at

night.

The ground was scorching, and the temperature was several degrees higher than during the day.

Going outside was impossible.

News reports kept showing people dying from the heat.

Authorities realized the severity of the situation and kept urging everyone to stay indoors and

protect themselves from the heat.

Three days passed with no improvement.

Ryan’s family finally panicked.

Their small stash of ramen was already gone thanks to their greedy eating.

Tyler stopped playing on his phone and just cried from hunger.

When Ryan video-called, I was having a sizzling steak.

Seeing my brother’s video call, I changed my background.

“Sis, where are you?” he asked immediately.

I gave a cold laugh. “Where else? At the motel, of course.”

Ryan forced a smile. “Sis, a motel isn’t as comfortable as home. Come back soon. I miss you.”

“Oh, and bring some food when you come. We haven’t eaten all day.”

Ha.

He didn’t really want me back. He just wanted me to bring food, right?

I usually kept supplies stocked. Last time we could have lasted a month if we rationed.

But Ryan’s family had been spoiled rotten. They were used to eating whatever they wanted. They couldn’t change their habits even in a deadly heatwave.

So the food ran out fast.

Then they guilt-tripped me into going out to buy more.

When I refused, Ryan took out a knife and forced me to go out.

He said if I didn’t come back with food, I couldn’t come home.

I had no choice but to go downstairs.

My shoe soles started melting after just a few steps.

The streets were empty except for the dried corpses of small animals.

I was terrified and ran back.

When I finally and with great difficulty made it back to the doorstep, burning with thirst and heat, I begged them to let me in.

No one opened the door for me.

In the end, I was left to die of heatstroke right there on the doorstep.

The memory made me grab an ice-cold soda from the table and gulp it down.

“Sis, you’re drinking soda?” Ryan asked.

I smiled. “Yep. Ice cold.”

He licked his lips. “Ice-cold soda! Sis, you have to bring us some when you come back. I haven’t had anything cold in days.”

“This damn weather is killing me. The AC blows hot air now and the fridge is warm too. I can’t take

it.”

I looked at the extreme heat warning on my phone and sighed.

“Yeah, I want to come back too. I miss Tyler. But right after our last call I had to go on a business trip.”

“I’m hundreds of miles away now.”

“All transportation is shut down. I really can’t

get back.

“Just hold on a little longer, brother. Maybe it’ll cool down tomorrow.’

They could dream about me coming back.

Several adults in that family, all with working limbs, couldn’t be bothered to go out and figure things out themselves.

All they did was scheme how to take advantage of me.

This time, they could keep dreaming.