The Vanished Parents - Chapter 8

“Emily, are you still on the phone?” James asked.

“James, I’m going to kill them,” I said calmly.

“No! Emily, you can’t kill them, you can’t do it, you can’t!”

I hung up the phone directly and quietly opened the door.

I saw them standing in the kitchen, devouring that plate of meat.

My heart was pounding fast.

“I feel like she doesn’t really trust us.”

“Why not just kill her then.”

“Why do I feel like she might have come out?”

Suddenly, the man abruptly raised his head and looked in my direction!

I quickly shrank back, my chest heaving violently.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Emily, where are you, my dear daughter.”

I hid in the storage cabinet, clutching a letter opener, cold sweat soaking my palms.

Outside, it seemed to be pouring rain.

A loud thunderclap sounded, and through the crack, I saw a pair of eyes pressed close.

“Found… you…”

I was dragged out by the man.

The woman grabbed my shoulder tightly.

“Emily, why don’t you trust us? You’re sick, very sick, and Mom and Dad need to take you to the hospital.”

My heart raced, and I bit the woman’s hand.

With all my strength, the woman recoiled in pain.

I raised the letter opener and stabbed it into the woman’s arm.

“Emily!”

James stood behind me, panting heavily.

I turned my head and saw his pale face.

“Emily! What are you doing! They’re your parents, you’re sick!”

James pulled out a report and threw it hard at me.

I picked up the report; it was my psychiatric evaluation.

The report stated that my mental state was extremely unstable, accompanied by delusions and hallucinations.

“Emily, let me explain, I didn’t cheat, that colleague fell, and I just helped her up.”

“You’ve always been very sensitive and suspicious, very strict with me, but none of that matters. What I didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t even listen to my explanation and just ran out, which led to the accident.”

“Emily, your parents have been taking care of you so hard, put the knife down.”

James looked at me gravely.

The woman also looked at me with tears in her eyes, ignoring the pain of her wound, looking at me with sadness.

At that moment, that sentence reappeared in my mind.

‘James will fabricate all kinds of lies to stop you.’

A multitude of images flashed before my eyes.

My mother carrying me to the community clinic, where I accidentally vomited all over her.

My father smiling warmly, presenting me with the little orange cat I had always wanted.

The day I got into a prestigious high school, my father, who had never cooked before, clumsily made a table full of dishes for me.

Their faces appeared before me.

Gentle, kind, they embodied the best qualities of parents.

But their faces were definitely not those of the couple in front of me.

My parents, no matter what they turned into, would never make me feel scared or strange.

I made up my mind.

Under James’s shocked gaze, I slashed the throats of the couple.

I expected them to resist, but surprisingly, they didn’t.

Their eyes were filled with hatred, and a fleeting fear.

And in that instant, everything before me seemed to be formatted, breaking down into countless small fragments.

I saw James standing there, looking at me with a complex expression.

“You did it, Emily.”

But from his mouth came my voice.

Finally, James also disappeared, and in front of me appeared my parents.

My real parents.

They held hands, smiling at me.

“Emily, you did it.”

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

In the end, they too turned into small fragments, disappearing before me.