I gave Madelyn a cold look. "How does your dad know about this place? Why did you bring him here?" I asked.
Madelyn shrank back and spoke lowly, "My dad has been asking me for money. I told him you owed me, so he came to collect from you."
The way her dad seemed so familiar with the place, it didn't look like this was his first time here.
Madelyn probably figured that since she had been in the hospital these past few days and I was alone at home, it would be the perfect time for her dad to come and ask for money.
Fortunately, I had been staying with my mom these past few days and hadn't been living here.
I was so angry I wanted to kick Madelyn out of the house right then. "Madelyn, are you crazy? You're the one who owes me money. Don't you get it?" I snapped.
Madelyn panicked. She grabbed my arm and threatened me in a cold voice, "If you dare not help me pay him, I'll push you out there. You know my dad doesn't hold back."
Her dad really was a piece of work. Back then, her mom had died in childbirth after he beat her while drunk.
And as for me, her dad caused my death.
