I Died While Thay Threw Her a Party Chapter 08
Lillian’s POV
A few seconds later, Mom starts struggling against the officers. She tries to lunge forward. “Why would you do this? Why?!”
The cop holds her back. She’s practically screaming now. “She was your sister! She was so good to you!
How could you do this to her?”
The gentle look on Celeste’s face disappears. She lifts her head. Her eyes are cold.
“Why?” She sneers. “If she hadn’t threatened to call the cops on me, would I have wanted to kill her?”
“It was just a few hundred thousand.” She doesn’t sound sorry at all. “She gave me money so many times before. Why’d she get so serious about it this time?”
Celeste turns to face them. “And you think I’m the only one who killed her?”
She speaks slowly, making sure every word lands. “You forced her to hand over the company. You stood
outside her door and threatened her while she was dying. You were laughing and drinking at that party, not caring if she lived or died.”
“You’re murderers too.”
Mom goes rigid. I know she’s thinking about everything that happened. She starts pulling at her
hair, her eyes wide, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry… Lillian… it’s all my fault…” She’s shaking. “The company… I’ll give the company back… the VP position… you can have it back… don’t go…”
She tries to crawl toward my headstone. The officers pull her back. She’s still shouting.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you… I shouldn’t have let Celeste into the company… it was yours… all of it was yours…” Mom’s words are coming out jumbled now. “I didn’t mean the things I said… how could I…”
Dad collapses on the ground. His hands cover his face. His shoulders are shaking. “We were wrong… wrong from the very beginning…”
Adrian crawls to my headstone. He’s choking up. “I’m sorry… we never should’ve treated you like that…”
I’m floating above them, watching them break down. It’s almost funny how pointless this all is.
Honestly, I wasn’t going to call the cops. I just wanted to scare Celeste. I wanted her to understand how serious it was. I wanted her to stop. But she decided to kill me over it.
As for my parents, I don’t hate them. Twenty–four years of raising me wasn’t fake. Those warm memories.
from before were real.
But I can never forgive them.
If I could do it all over, I’d rather be alone than end upin a family like this again.
The police take my parents, Celeste, and Adrian away.
The relatives, guests, and executives scatter. They’re all whispering about what just happened.
Soon, the cemetery is empty except for Howard.
He stands in front of my headstone. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.
“I don’t know who gathered all that evidence.” He sounds tired. “But I’m grateful. At least they all got what they deserved.”
He bends down. He’s choking up again. “It’s my fault. If I’d been braver back then, if I’d just picked you up and driven you to the hospital myself, would things have turned out different?”
“I was useless. I couldn’t protect you.”
I float to his side. I try to comfort him. Howard, this isn’t your fault.
After Celeste came home, you were the only person in that house who was kind to me. During those cold days, you were the one who snuck me food. You were the one who brought me hot tea after they yelled at me.
I never blamed you. But he can’t hear me.
He kneels in front of my headstone. Tears drip into the dirt.