Chapter 22 I Plan On Making You Pay

Amanda

I opened my mouth to talk, but no words came forth.

“He died?” Hilton asked absentmindedly. He placed his hands on top of his head while shaking his head from side to side.

“Why are you acting like you don't remember a thing, old man?” Jason offered ignorantly. “Yes, Dean died some years ago. Are y'all suffering from dementia or something?”

I gripped the hem of my dress tightly, as goose bumps began to appear on my body. I walked over to where Jason stood and attempted to whisper something in his ear, but he brushed me off a little bit too forcefully because the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, holding onto my bruised knee.

It was as though Matilda, my grandma, was imitating Hilton's behavior, because she also had her hands clasped over her head, while I noticed that her eyes were beginning to well up.

“No! No!” My grandma shrieked, as though she were in intense pain. My grandma stood up and tried to comfort her, but when she refused to calm down, he joined her in scream