Dared To Do It

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🛑AN/ warning this chapter contains blood & child abuse🛑

Elizabeth was in some sort of a crazed mind set. She was battling the thoughts of how to make up the money for Mateo but also how to turn in Ron without it backfiring heavily on her.

She knew the cops would become suspicious if she came up with the evidence out of no where, with no justification of the act even though her actions were for the greater good.

She needed proof that she had a suspicion for the bad and had acted out on the good.

She needed her parents; as she thought in a whim.

Parking her car and trotting up the driveway she had hoped for a better moment that they would be lovely today. They wouldn't get angry that she would ask for soemthing so huge for it not to benifit them.

Maybe, she thought, maybe if she somehow convinced them that turning in Ron would have a huge prize. Money. Riches even they couldn't resist with their snobbish cloths.

Turning the key in the lock and creaking open the door the first thing she saw was a beer bottle rolling to and from, back and forth before her on the living room floor.

Today had not been a good day to ask.

Anyways even seeing the note God seemed to scream at her she was making a mistake she closed the door behind, picked up the bottle and went to find her parents. In a hope that they would atleast attempt to be the loving parents she always wanted them to be.

Taking a lung full of air she passed through the living room, placing the bottle down on the coffee table temporarily and to the kitchen where she found her father. Sitting on the island table, his legs on the counter and a beer glass in his hand she paused.

"Dad?" Elizabeth asked tentivly.

Her father paused, his sip of his beer broken.

"What?" He asked annoyed as he shut down his glass on the counter by his leg rather aggressively.

"I—" Elizabeth worked her brain to unfreeze the fear around her.

She was terrified, she knew the emotion well but this one was different, she knew today was different becuase she would be asking for something unprovoked instead of begging.

"Where is mom?" She decided to ask instead. Going the safer option.

"Out."

She carefully slipped out of her shoes and placed them in the shoe box by the wall.

"I had a question, dad"

Her heart was beating so hard it felt like her lungs were running.

"Well spit it out, kid" Her father turned, sliding his legs off the counter to face her but in doing so he knocked over his glass. The beer in it spilling and the glass shattering on the floor with a crash.

Startled Elizabeth let out a gasp and took a step back, her father equally surprised into stillness.

Silence suffocated both of them as they both stared at the mess on the ground.

Soon though Elizabeth quickly bent down and began picking up the glass, apologizing repeatedly to her father like she had throw the glass to the floor herself.

"This is what happened a when you speak! You ungrateful little shit look what you did!" Her father shouted, stumbling off his seat and shoving her back with his foot as if she was some mutt on the street.