"Dad!!!!!!!!" I shouted when I heard his scream ringing through my ears. I rushed down the stairs, not bothering to close the front door behind me. I froze. There he was, crying. I never saw him cry. But this was different. He was pushed onto a cop car, being handcuffed behind his back. "What's going on!?" I shouted at the cops. "You didn't know?" said the first cop. "It's been all over the news," said the second. "What has..." I trailed off. "Your dad killed your mom in the car crash."
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I could've just shot him right there. But I already know why he killed her. The officers shove him into the police car, and I follow closely behind them in my run-down silver Volvo. I needed to talk to my dad ASAP. I was allowed to talk to him through a monitored phone. At first, I just stared at him, with my black stare, not knowing what to say. "I'm sor-" he started saying. "Don't say you're sorry, Dad." I cut him off. "Why'd you do it!?" "Honey...it's....complicated." "We've got plenty of time for explaining." "I see." I feel like I don't even know him anymore. "So explain," I muttered. "Well," he started slowly. "Your mom..." "Yes?" I ask patiently. "She's not your real mother."