I’d thought that I would feel bad for killing my father.
But I didn’t feel a single ounce of pain as he took his last breath, as Mom hurried over to him with tears in her eyes, as he died from a single bullet through his skull. No matter what Mom tried to pin on me, I had done the right thing. I had protected my real family.
If Dad had gotten into the house, he would have shot Imani. I wouldn’t put it past him. He had f*****g shot me weeks ago, then skipped town like it was nobody’s business. He would have killed the only f*****g woman I ever cared about without a second thought.
“You just killed your father!” Mom screamed.
And while she might’ve outed me to the entire neighborhood, the people around here feared Poison, and they hated my father almost as much as I did. They wouldn’t sa
