Chapter 3 - The Live FeedOn the crisp, high-definition display of his smartphone, David watched in absolute horror as Mrs. Gable stood over his weeping daughter, holding a pair of large shears.
He saw the sheared locks of brown hair on the floor. He saw Lily’s swollen, tear-streaked face, contorted in pure humiliation and terror.
“Please, I'm sorry, I'll do my homework!” Lily’s voice cried out through the car's Bluetooth speakers, cracking with raw, unbearable agony.
“This is how you remember,” Mrs. Gable’s cold voice replied on the recording. “Even if your father comes here, it won't change your punishment.”
A dark, blinding rage surged through David’s veins. The world outside his windshield seemed to blur into a streak of gray asphalt and green trees. His breathing turned shallow and harsh.
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"My God..." David whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of sheer disbelief and murderous fury.
He slammed his foot down hard on the accelerator. The engine roared, pushing the sedan well past the speed limit as he redirected his route straight toward Lincoln Elementary School.
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