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839words2026-01-26 11:23

In the second year after my dad became paralyzed, my mom started having affairs.
Every single night, my mom would bring different men home, making so much noise all night, that I couldn't sleep.
A month later, my mom finally saved enough money to buy a wheelchair for my dad.

That night, my dad struggled to move the wheelchair.
Used the elevator to moved to the fifth-floor balcony.
Jumped out.
He died silently.
My mom jumped from the same spot.
Headfirst.

She was gone before she hit the ground.
After that, I disappeared for a whole year.
...
Three years later, a horrific crime shook our city—a family was nearly wiped out.

Two elderly people died in the scene, and their daughter was stabbed in the spine, leaving her permanently paralyzed.
A three-year-old boy is still missing to this day.
And I, the one who did it all.
Stood calmly amid the bloodshed, smiling into a live-stream camera...
When the police arrested me, it caused a city-wide uproar.
Medias and a crowd of thousands angry citizens surrounded the police station.
The air was thick with rage.
Someone held up a banner—"Make the Murderer Pay! An Eye for an Eye!"
Many others wanted me to suffer, to be torn apart!
The officers who arrested me were also burning with rage.
If it weren't for the law, I would've been killed by them.
And this was exactly what I wanted to see!
Twelve hours earlier, I had started my first live stream from Davis family's villa.
The stream was titled as: A Day in the Life of a Nanny
In the morning, as soon as I arrived at the Davis residence, the elderly couple warmly welcomed me inside.
On the dining table, there were steaming hot milk and toast.
As I enjoyed the breakfast, Mrs. Davis sat beside me, making a small talk.
She said she felt a special connection with me, as if I were her long-lost daughter, and we had endless things to talk about.
After breakfast, my work for the day was simple—watering plants and cleaning the dishes.
For anything heavy, Mr. Davis would help me to move together.
The live chat was filled with praise for the Davis family.
Such kind people...
So generous...
Some even said that working as a nanny for such a family was a dream job.
Yeah, during the two years I had been away from Greenvale, I had dreamed of this day every single moment.
So much so that when I swung the baseball bat at the Davis family, my hands trembled with excitement.
I had mixed a small amount of poisonous mushrooms into the dinner.
20 mins later, as they were laughing and talking.
One by one, they collapsed on the floor.
They were paralyzed and unable to move, but still conscious.
I stood over them, a metal bat in hand.
Under the terrified gazes of the them, I swung the bat with full force and smashed it down on their heads!
The elderly couple fell into a pool of blood and soon stopped moving.
The only one left, Chloe Davis, had tears and snot streaming all over her face, her features twisted with fear and rage.
Perhaps the effects of the poison had worn off a bit, as Chloe Davis managed to choke out: "How much money do you want? I'll give you anything. Why… why are you doing this?"
I asked, "Do you know what it feels like to be disabled?"
Chloe Davis trembled all over, too scared to answer.
I smiled and said, "You're about to find out."
I moved behind her, aimed carefully at the base of her spine, and swung with all my strength. I'd rehearsed the move in my mind a thousand times!
After a scream, Chloe Davis passed out from the pain, blood pooling beneath her.
To make sure she was permanently paralyzed, I struck a few more times.
After finishing all this, I sat on the floor, feeling a sense of relief. I looked straight into the live-stream camera and smiled sincerely.
The chat was filled with insults—"psycho," "monster," "maniac."
I smiled even wider, clutching my stomach uncontrollably until tears streamed down my face.
Soon, I was arrested by the city police.
In the interrogation room, an older officer yelled at me in rage, "Two dead, one injured—Chloe Davis is permanently disabled!"
"What was the point?!"
I smiled and said, "Not two dead and one injured—three dead and one injured."
"Chloe Davis has a three-year-old son. I dropped him off at daycare. Want to guess where he is?"
The older officer stood up furiously, "You didn't even spare a three-year-old? You're a monster!"
I said, "Sorry, my mistake. The little guy is still alive."
"But… I just can't remember where I left him."
"If you agree to my terms, maybe I'll recall some clues."
The officer suppressed his anger, "What terms do you want?"
I said lightly, "I demand that the entire interrogation be live-streamed. Let the whole city participate in this trial!"