My god.
It wasn't a robbery.
It was my father.
He killed her.
My mother.
"Well?! Get back to your party!"
He screamed but I stared blankly at him. I can't believe. Did Jenny know?
No way she would never would have stayed with us. She didn't know. Right?
"You did it."
I muttered. That was the only thing I could get out of my mouth.
He stared at me blankly.
"Did what?"
"You killed her! My mother! You bastard!"
He looked at me. I could tell I hit the spot by saying that.
"How dare you."
" I remember everything! You shot her!"
He grabbed my throat with his huge hand.
And lifted me off the ground as his hand was crushing my throat.
I'm going to die.