I was kidnapped by my dad’s enemies. The kidnappers called my dad, who was a cop, and threatened him. “Mr. Murphy, your daughter is with me! If you want her alive, come here yourself! Or I’ll chop her into pieces!” The tip of the kidnapper’s knife grazed my throat, sending chills down my spine. “Another kidnapping stunt?” My dad’s voice was calm. “Aurora, you’re really despicable!” “Dad, I’m not lying! I swear I’m not!” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. “They’ll really kill me!” “Then why don’t you just die?!” His cruel curse left me stunned. “Dad…” I choked up.”I’m only 18. I don’t want to die…” “Please, Dad! Save me!” My dad hung up the phone immediately. I stood there, stunned, listening to the busy signal. Tears streamed down my face, colder than the knife at my throat. The kidnapper didn’t give up and called again.”Samuel! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your daughter?!” “Then go ahead and kill her!” This time, my dad’s voice was filled with anger. “No matter how much you torture or even kill her, it has nothing to do with me!” As the call ended again, I heard cheerful music on the other end, mixed with laughter from my stepmother Pamela Hughes and my half-sister Sherry Murphy. Oh, right, today is Sherry’s birthday. The three of them were having a grand celebration. The kidnapper, frustrated, called again, but my dad’s phone was off. He threw the phone in a rage. For some reason, I started laughing. The kidnapper slapped me hard. “You bitch! What are you laughing at?!” Tears fell from my eyes as I stammered, “I’m laughing because you kidnapped the wrong person…Why would he care about me? To him, I’m less than an insect…The one he truly cares about is my half-sister!” I laughed, but then suddenly started crying. I looked up at the kidnapper, begging, “I’m worthless to him. Taking me won’t help you. If you let me go, I’ll give you lots of money! I… Ouch!” A sharp knife plunged into my abdomen, and pain spread instantly. I screamed in agony. He just laughed wickedly. “Even your dad doesn’t care about you. What right do you have to live? Why don’t I send you to heaven early? Oh no, I can’t let you die that quickly! I’m going to torture you slowly. Consider it paying off your dad’s debt!” From that day on, it felt like I was in hell. He tortured me endlessly, right up until my last breath. I thought, it’s finally going to be over. This must have been my dad’s wish all along, right? Didn’t he always tell me to hurry up and die? Well, I’m about to die now. Just as he wanted. At the end of my memory, I heard the kidnapper’s eerie and distant voice. “Remember, the one who killed you isn’t me, it’s your dear dad! I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him!”
I’m dead. The killer was a ruthless kidnapper. He not only killed me but also dismembered my battered body. He cut out my heart and placed it in a beautifully wrapped box. I watched him skillfully handle my corpse, feeling nothing. Because I had become a spirit. Spirits don’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel cold, tired, or pain. I watched him deliver the gift box to my doorstep before dawn, saying, “Samuel, I bet you won’t stay indifferent when you see your daughter’s heart!” I laughed again. He’s so foolish. Too bad he missed me this time. Why would my dad care about me? If he cared even a bit, he wouldn’t have completely ignored me. Eighteen years ago, my mom loved my dad deeply. She used some tricks to get close to him and got pregnant with me. She then forced him to marry her, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved. So, he hated my mom and despised me, the “bastard child.” He never cared about me growing up. If he truly cared, how could he let me be killed and my body dismembered? Still, I’m curious to see his reaction to this “gift.” The door opened. It was Sherry who came out. She walked in happily, holding a gift box. Soon, there were screams and roars from inside. I floated into the room and saw the gift box overturned on the floor, with a heart rolling around. My dad angrily took out his phone and sent me a voice message. “Aurora! How could you be so cruel? It’s Sherry’s birthday. Instead of celebrating with her, you send this disgusting thing to scare her! I must have done something terrible in my past life to deserve such a hateful daughter!” I lowered my head and floated over to the heart. I squatted down and gently touched it. My translucent hand passed through the dark red flesh, but I felt no warmth. After all, it had been out of my body for so long. Even if I could feel, it would have no warmth left. I looked up at my dad’s hysterical face, wanting to tell him, “Dad, it’s not some ‘disgusting thing. It’s my heart…Just because it scared your daughter, you hate it that much?” Of course, my dad couldn’t hear my questions. He made another call, angrily ordering, “Aurora is suspected of harassment. Arrest her immediately!” I didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but he got even more agitated. “She is not my daughter!” “She is a monster!”
I remember the first time my dad called me a monster was ten years ago. Back then, my mom was bedridden with a severe illness. She was gravely ill, lying in bed and coughing up blood. I begged my dad to take her to the hospital. Pamela stopped me. She was my dad’s favorite woman, and she was several months pregnant. But for some reason, she fell down the stairs. She bled a lot. The sight of all that blood made my legs go weak, and I fainted. When I woke up, I found myself locked in a closet. Ever since I was little, whenever I made a mistake, I’d get locked in the closet. This time, I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I cried and banged on the closet door. “Dad! Let me out!” “I’m scared. It’s so dark in here!” “Dad, please let me out! I’m begging you!” No one answered. I stayed in that cramped, dark closet for a long, long time. Just when I thought I was going to die, the closet door was yanked open. My dad stood outside, his face cold. He looked at me with disgust, like I was trash. “Do you know what you did wrong?” His voice was icy. “I… I don’t know.” I shook my head in panic. “Dad, I didn’t do anything bad. I didn’t. Believe me. I didn’t push Pamela. She fell on her own.” Mentioning “Pamela” seemed to hit a nerve. His eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped me hard! “You little beast! You’re truly unrepentant! Pamela almost died because of you! She’s lucky! If anything had happened to her, I would have made you pay with your life!” My ears were ringing. It felt like all the yelling was muted. I could only stare at him, watching his mouth move. His twisted expression was like a horror painting, haunting my mind for years. It would jump out and scare me from time to time, just like now. I watched him angrily hang up the phone, glanced at the bloody heart, and frowned. I followed his gaze. Oh, it didn’t even look like a heart anymore. Its surface was covered in shiny bits, probably leftover confetti from last night’s birthday celebration. The servants hadn’t cleaned up yet. My dad’s eyes were fierce. He kicked the bloody mess with all his strength. My heart rolled out the open door. I chased after it, trying to catch it, but my hands passed right through it. I watched helplessly as my heart fell into the dirt, like discarded trash. I crouched down carefully, looking at the filthy mess. I should have felt sad. But as a spirit, I couldn’t feel sadness. Yet, I wiped my eyes. It was strange. Why were my tears falling? A phone rang inside. I turned to see my dad frowning as he answered a call. Maybe spirits have sharp senses. I easily heard the voice on the other end. It was a young girl. She’s my best friend, Marilyn Carter. “Samuel! Aurora is missing! I can’t reach her at all! Can you help me find her?” “Don’t pull the same trick twice!” My dad suppressed his anger, scolding coldly. “Marilyn, out of respect for your dad, I won’t hold this against you. But you’d better not stay friends with Aurora! And don’t contact me about anything related to her again!” He hung up forcefully, ignoring Marilyn’s explanations just like he ignored mine. I floated in front of him, staring at his disdainful expression. I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much. “Mr. Murphy! Something’s happened!” A young officer ran in, panting, “Your phone was off, I couldn’t reach you.Last night, they pulled a woman’s body from the moat! She had… Aurora’s phone and wallet on her!”
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