Chapter 9 - The Freezing Beggar
"You have five minutes, Brandon," the lead deputy barked, resting his hand on his weapon.
Brandon didn't pack a bag. He completely lost his mind.
He ran frantically out the front door, sprinting directly into the brutal, freezing snowstorm in nothing but his black polo shirt. He ran down the icy driveway toward the street, where his mother's luxury SUV was still parked, idling warmly in the dark.
Brandon violently slammed his hands against the passenger side window.
"Mom! Please!" Brandon shrieked like a feral coward, tears of pure, unadulterated terror freezing on his cheeks as he stared through the glass. "I'm sorry! I was stressed! Vanessa made me do it! Please don't let them arrest me!"
The dark tinted window slowly, smoothly rolled down.
Evelyn sat in the driver’s seat. The heartbroken, weeping mother from thirty minutes ago was completely, entirely gone. She looked at the pathetic, shivering man outside her car with absolute, zero human empathy.
She picked up the foil-covered glass dish from the passenger seat.
She didn't hand it to him. She slowly peeled back the foil, revealing her famous, steaming hot Christmas lasagna.
"You were right, Brandon," Evelyn whispered lethally, her voice carrying an unshakeable, terrifying power. "You are at the wrong house."
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She rolled the window back up, completely sealing him out in the freezing cold.
👉 What beautiful, cinematic moment will close the story one year later?
