I Was Dismembered On My Mother's Death Anniversary

I had a huge scar on the back of my left ear. It was due to being burned when I was young.

My father wiped away the dirt on my ear and tried to find the scar.

But there was nothing there.

I forgot. My murderers had already cut that scar off.

They cut all of the moles and scars on my body off.

…

“We’ve extracted the deceased’s DNA. Check the database for matches. We need to ID the deceased as soon as possible.” Once my father gave an order to his assistant, he went to his office.

Right after he sat down, someone hurried in. It was Yvonne, my aunt.

“Lucius, I spent the entire night yesterday waiting for Jade. She didn’t pick up her phone either. Could you contact her?”

I saw my aunt holding a cake in her hands, and it was my favorite strawberry cake.

Unfortunately, I could not eat it anymore.

When he heard my name, his expression immediately sank. “How would I know where she went? And why did you buy that for her? Mary died because she kept eating. She’s not worthy of eating strawberry cakes.”

Ever since my mother passed away, my aunt was the only person who treated me well, but my father would not let me get closer to my aunt. He said that I was a criminal and was not worthy of my aunt’s affection.

My father’s furious voice made my aunt worked up. “You’ve hated Jade for ten years. Isn’t that enough? She’s your daughter. You can’t treat her like that. She’s also a pitiful girl for not having a mother at such a young age!”

“Am I the one who caused Mary to pass? She got Mary killed because she’s a glutton! She should have been the one who died!” My father’s face and neck were red with rage. “I don’t want to hear anything about her anymore. Don’t come to me because of her either. The only daughter I have is Amanda.”

Amanda Smith, my adopted sister, was smart. No matter who she talked to, she always had a faint smile on her face.

My father loved her.

But he did not know that behind that angelic smile was a demon!

My aunt wanted to say something else, but my father cut her off impatiently. “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. She’s a cold-blooded monster. If she has even a bit of conscience left in her, she should just die.”

He left.

As I watched my father leave with no hesitation, I felt my heart clench in pain. My tears fell on the floor.

My aunt sent another message to me.

She was asking me to not run around.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Yvonne. I can’t receive your message.”

…

Due to the invisible bond between us, I was dragged back with my father.

“Welcome home, Dad.”

Right after he sat down, Amanda handed him a glass of warm water. My father took it and patted her head proudly.

“Thanks, Amanda. You’re such a good girl.”

I saw my father’s tired eyes become much brighter the moment he saw Amanda.

This made me remember something.

Once, my father had a high fever and was bedridden.

It was pouring outside, but I still went out at 3 a.m. to buy medicine for him.

When he saw me passing him the medicine, he immediately asked me to leave. He even said that I was faking my kindness.

This was the difference between us, I supposed.

No matter how much concern I showed him, he would always treat me as an enemy.

Meanwhile, after Amanda said some words of concern for him, she became a good girl in my father’s eyes. She did not even need any effort to do that.

To my father, no matter what I did, it was wrong.

“I’m sorry, Amanda. I was too busy and missed out on celebrating your birthday,” my father apologized to Amanda.

Smiling, Amanda shook her head. “It’s okay, Dad. I know that you’re very busy. Let’s go find Jade. She loves cakes too.”

Amanda pretended to be concerned about me.

The concern for Amanda instantly morphed into anger. “Why are you talking about her? I’d rather she never come back and die outside.

“Let’s just pretend that she’s dead. You’re the only daughter I have.”

Amanda hid that flash of guilt in her eyes before burying her face in my father’s arms. She had a cunning grin.

She always smiled this way after making me her scapegoat and making my father yell at me.

My father took a small cake out. “I was too busy and didn’t celebrate your birthday properly. Here. I’ll make it up to you. You love strawberry cakes, don’t you?”

After trying it, she said that it tasted bad, and she grumbled that my father did not know what she liked.

Even though she sounded displeased, my father was still smiling.

I was jealous of Amanda for being able to act all cutesy with my father and even throw a tantrum.

The one who was loved never had any reason to fear anything, I supposed.

How unlike me. Even if I did not cause any trouble, I could not get any love from my father.

Suddenly, my father retrieved a child’s necklace from his pocket with a flourish.

The moment I saw the necklace, I cried.

My mother put that necklace on me during my birthday.

After she passed, I took it out to stare at it whenever I missed her.

But my father took it away from me and said that I was not worthy of it.

I had asked him for it multiple times, but he said that he would only return it to me after I died.

I was not expecting him to give it to Amanda.

“No! Please!” I cried, but I could only watch as he put it around Amanda’s wrist, like a bracelet, because it was too small for her neck.

Amanda got what I wished for so desperately, just like that.

I curled up in a corner they could not see and hugged my knees while my tears fell.