Threats Don't Make Sense

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"Hey, Madison." Dad said as I got in his car. "Ready?"

"Yeah." I nodded, then pulled out my phone, overlooking the messages Scott sent me. "So we're actually going through with this?"

Dad nodded. "How was it? Hope the teacher wasn't too hard on you."

"Nope. He just said I needed to start attending class, blah, blah, blah. Why is he targeting me? I could easily count many teenagers who have skipped many classes and didn't get in trouble."

"That doesn't mean you should do it. Those parents are idiots."

I snorted. "Dad, you know Allison was one."

He looked dumbstruck. "Right."

"And so was Scott and Stiles. And Isaac, which I would consider your son."

"You know what, let's just get to the hospital." He tried to change the subject.

"Nope, I'm telling." I said, grinning to myself.

"Oh, God." He muttered, which made me laugh.

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"Just go in there and find Melissa. Make it convincing, Madison." Dad coached me as we parked outside the hospital.

I took a deep breath. "Don't worry, I have much experience when it comes to death."

Which is true. And sad, for a person my age.

Before Dad could reply, I pushed open the door, to find screaming down the hall. I quickly ran towards it, seeing Melissa fall to the floor in grief. "What happened to my son!"

"Melissa?" I asked, my voice having a panicking tone as I neared toward her. "What's wrong? Where's Scott?"

She didn't answer and I took that as my cue to start crying.
Since I knew he wasn't dead, I couldn't cry. So I had to think of a terrible memory.

"Dad, where is she?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He didn't answer.

Tears already began to form in my eyes.

"No, no!" I shook my head, clamping my hand over my mouth as a sob escaped.

Dad silently let out a few tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I collapsed onto the floor, screaming, crying, hating my life.

"No!" I cried, using a wall as support to make it seem like I was about to fall.

Which I was.

The memory is still so vivid, its like it happened yesterday.
"No." I whispered. "Please. Oh, God, no!"

A doctor, who I recognized as Liam's stepdad helped Melissa off the floor, then telling her where she could see the body.

I didn't listen, nor did I feel like moving.

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