The Last Laugh

Chapter 7 - Why? -II

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While I lay quiet on my bed like a dead person, Heather quietly entered the room and came to sit by me. I kept my eyes on the ceiling. I felt like life had been drained out of me.

Heather held my hand in hers.

"D– don't worry, Sheridan. Dad will find uncle Paul." she murmured softly. I didn't move or respond. "I'm sorry, Sheridan."

She ran her little fingers through my hair, continuously and softly. Surprisingly, it relaxed me.

"You feeling a little bit better?" she asked softly. I nodded slowly. She continued.

"Please don't cry again. You cried this morning and– and it made me cry too. Mom punished me for that." I looked up at her for the first time since she'd entered the room. I held her hand tight and opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I didn't even have the force to speak.

At that instant, Sawyer appeared at the door, her little arms crossed. She looked at Heather with a frown.

"Heather, you're not supposed to be here. I'll tell Mom."

"Just shut up for once, Sawyer." Heather's reply came out dry. I looked at her surprised. Sawyer looked at her, shocked. Her big sister had never answered her that way.

"I always keep the things you do from mom, but you are always reporting on me. If you go report now, don't speak to me again until daddy finds uncle Paul."

I saw frustration in Sawyer's eyes. I saw pain. Her sister had never spoken to her like that and had never threatened their friendship.

"I'm sorry." she grumbled.

"Fine."

the

might soon notice I'm up here." she stood up and left the

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to console me. I'd changed

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fateful day, the sheriff appeared at our door to announce something horrible. He spoke to uncle ken privately and gave him a plastic bag

straight to uncle Ken's room. He panicked and tried to hide something when he saw

are you doing here, son?

my dad dead?" I cut in with

at me

"Sheridan, please you–"

me, uncle. Please. I need

him continuously but he

him leave. I quickly went back. Luckily he'd left the bag the sheriff had given him. I

dad's clothes of the day he went

Unable to breath

another little paper bag inside.

loud that uncle Ken

filled my eyes again and I was crying as bad as the first time I got the bad news. Uncle Ken quickly

should not have done that, Sheridan!" he

discovered my father's bloody clothes, I'd found three fingers in that paper bag. Was that all that was found of my father?? He'd been murdered! It

traumatised. These were the worst two weeks of

The worst.

day, nothing

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