Miller's POV
Five years ago
“You killed my daughter!” Rebecca's mother screamed on top of her lungs as she sighted me from a distance.
“You are good for nothing, boy. You killed my daughter,” she cried out as her hands landed on my chest.
Rebecca's mom hit me continuously on the chest, but I felt nothing. I felt no pain at all. I watched her with my teary eyes as she took it upon herself to punish me by hitting me with her fragile hands.
“You knew she had a critical condition, you should have stayed at home with her. You shouldn't have let her in the first place,” she cried as she continued to hit me.
Her grip on my shirt became tighter and tighter, but I let her be. She had just lost her daughter to the cold hands of death.
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I remembered
