Chapter 4My Daughter, The Bad Seed

Ashley rushed home and, ignoring her father's half-hearted attempts to "stop" her, proceeded to smash everything she could get her hands on.

I watched it all happen. Initial anger faded into a strange calm. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would.

Compared to the last life, when she pushed me out of the car and fractured my spine, this was nothing.

"Done smashing things? If not, feel free. Your computer and tablet in your room are still intact. Why not destroy them all at once?"

Ashley spun around, glaring at me, the hatred in her eyes practically lethal. "You bitch. Say that again, I dare you."

Mark knew his daughter's temper. He made a show of trying to calm her down but conveniently stepped aside.

"I won't repeat myself. Go ahead, smash everything you want. Just don't disturb my rest."

I yawned and, under the stunned gazes of the father and daughter, calmly walked back to my bedroom and locked the door.

Just as I expected... without me as an audience, the commotion in the living room quickly died down.

A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut hard.

I couldn't help but smirk. I lay back on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, just after I woke up, I got a frantic phone call from a coworker. "Sarah, you need to get down to the office, quick!"