The Warning Ignored
As the days wore on, the tension in the mansion thickened like fog, casting a pall over every interaction. Dorthy, still reeling from her father’s ultimatum, found herself chafing against the constraints of her newfound accountability. Ignoring the warning echoing in her mind, she continued to navigate the halls with an air of entitlement, her resentment simmering just below the surface.
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One evening, as she sat at the dinner table with her parents, Morris and Samantha, Dorthy’s frustration bubbled to the surface. With a derisive snort, she scoffed at her father’s attempt to impart wisdom, dismissing his words as nothing more than hollow platitudes.
“Please, Father,” she sneered, rolling her eyes in exaggerated disdain. “Save your lectures for someone who cares. I have better things to do than listen to your tired old clichés.”
Morris Abraham, his patience wearing thin, leveled a stern gaze at his daughter, his disappointment palpable.
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“Dorthy, this attitude is unacceptable,” he admonished, his voice tinged with warning. “You will show respect to your mother and me, or there will be consequences.”
But Dorthy, her defiance unyielding, merely shrugged off her father’s reprimand, her eyes blazing with rebellious fire.
“Consequences?” she scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “What are you going to do, send me abroad like some sort of punishment? Please, Father, spare me the melodrama.”
Morris Abraham’s jaw tightened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. But before he could respond, Dorthy rose from the table with a toss of her head, her mind already drifting toward her next act of defiance.
Gathering her gang of followers, Dorthy set her sights on a new target: Cristina, the bright-eyed freshman who had recently transferred to Sacred Heart School. With a cruel laugh, she and her cohorts cornered the unsuspecting girl in a secluded hallway, their taunts and jeers ringing in her ears.
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“Look who it is—the new girl,” Dorthy sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “Think you’re too good for us, do you? Well, let me show you what happens to uppity little brats like you.”
With that, Dorthy and her gang dragged Cristina to a secluded room deep within the bowels of the school. Their laughter echoed off the walls as they spun a tale of horror and death, leaving the freshman trembling with fear.
Locked inside the darkened room, Cristina’s terror reached a fever pitch. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. With each passing moment, the walls seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with a sense of dread that threatened to consume her whole.
As she sank to the cold, unforgiving floor, her consciousness slipping away, Cristina knew she had become the latest victim of Dorthy Abraham’s relentless pursuit of power.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Morris Abraham paced the length of his study, his mind consumed by worry for his wayward daughter. He knew Dorthy’s behavior had crossed a line, and he feared that if she continued down this path, the consequences could be dire.
Samantha Abraham watched her husband with a heavy heart, her concerns mirroring his. She had always hoped Dorthy would grow out of her rebellious phase, but now it seemed her daughter’s defiance knew no bounds.
“We have to do something,” Morris said, his voice strained with urgency. “We can’t let Dorthy’s behavior go unchecked any longer.”
Samantha nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed with concern. “But what can we do?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Morris paused, his mind racing with possibilities. Then, with a determined glint in his eye, he spoke.
“We need to show Dorthy that her actions have consequences,” he said, his voice firm. “And we need to do it now, before it’s too late.”
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With that, Morris picked up the phone and dialed the number for Sacred Heart School, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision he was about to make.
As the phone rang on the other end, Morris prayed silently that he was not too late to save his daughter from herself.
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Back at the school, Dorthy and her gang reveled in their cruelty, their laughter echoing off the walls of the deserted room as they left Cristina trembling in fear.
But as they made their way back to the main hallway, their triumphant mood was shattered by the sight of Morris Abraham standing in the doorway, his expression grave.
“Dorthy,” he said, his voice cold and stern. “We need to talk.”
To be continued…