My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

Lauren’s mother shrieked, “Kill them! He killed my son!”

A shot blasted the dirt near our feet. Frank wasn’t warning. He was trying to kill.

“Run!” I dragged Matthew toward the side fence. Another shot cracked, splintering branches overhead. We crashed through bushes into the front yard where the trucks sat like black beasts.

I hit the key fob. The middle continue reading …