They Chose the Impostor Over Me - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Everyone gushed over her generosity and grace. "Such a true Müller," they whispered. "Raised with love, a credit to the family."
I knew better. If I refused her "kindness," she'd twist it into another excuse to paint me as the villain. So I played along.
"Renesmee, why can't you be more like your sister?" Reagan hissed under his breath. My parents sighed beside me, shaking their heads.
"Our own flesh and blood," Mother muttered, "and yet she's like this."
I smirked. The truth was right in front of them—if only they'd look past Renata's saccharine act. But they never would. Fine. I didn't want them anymore.
"Come on, Renesmee," Renata chirped, gripping my wrist. "Let's get you changed!"
She yanked me into the private room—and the second the door shut, my blood turned to ice.
A dozen faces leered back at me. The "coaches." The ones who'd tortured me for months.
They circled me like vultures, grins twisting under their masks. Renata's eyes glittered with triumph.
"Told you I'd make sure you never came back," she purred. "Surprise—Mom and Dad didn't hire them. I did."
My breath seized. That's why they'd insisted the abuse wasn't their doing.
Trembling, I backed against the wall. "Please—I'll leave. I'll disappear. Just let me go."
Renata flung her dress to the floor and laughed. "Even if you begged, they'd never let you. This time, you're staying locked away."
With a flick of her hair, she signaled them.
Masks snapped on. Hands lunged—but not at me. They grabbed her, shredding her clothes.
Renata shrieked. "HELP—!"
The door burst open. Reagan charged in first, and she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
"She—she said it was my fault she got sent away! She brought these men to—to hurt me—!"
Reagan's face darkened like a storm.
"Renesmee," Father snapped, "you're disgusting. After all Renata's done for you?"
Mother nodded, lip curled. "Clearly, you need more training."
The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.
I clawed at it, screaming until my throat bled. Behind me, the masks came off.
Upstairs, my family fussed over Renata while a doctor checked her.
At 10:55 AM, Father sighed. "Reagan, call the police. Renesmee and those criminals can't—"
The restaurant manager crashed in, panting. "Sir—Miss Renesmee—she jumped into the river! The men followed, but we caught one!"
Reagan grabbed him by the collar. "What?"
I knew better. If I refused her "kindness," she'd twist it into another excuse to paint me as the villain. So I played along.
"Renesmee, why can't you be more like your sister?" Reagan hissed under his breath. My parents sighed beside me, shaking their heads.
"Our own flesh and blood," Mother muttered, "and yet she's like this."
I smirked. The truth was right in front of them—if only they'd look past Renata's saccharine act. But they never would. Fine. I didn't want them anymore.
"Come on, Renesmee," Renata chirped, gripping my wrist. "Let's get you changed!"
She yanked me into the private room—and the second the door shut, my blood turned to ice.
A dozen faces leered back at me. The "coaches." The ones who'd tortured me for months.
They circled me like vultures, grins twisting under their masks. Renata's eyes glittered with triumph.
"Told you I'd make sure you never came back," she purred. "Surprise—Mom and Dad didn't hire them. I did."
My breath seized. That's why they'd insisted the abuse wasn't their doing.
Trembling, I backed against the wall. "Please—I'll leave. I'll disappear. Just let me go."
Renata flung her dress to the floor and laughed. "Even if you begged, they'd never let you. This time, you're staying locked away."
With a flick of her hair, she signaled them.
Masks snapped on. Hands lunged—but not at me. They grabbed her, shredding her clothes.
Renata shrieked. "HELP—!"
The door burst open. Reagan charged in first, and she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
"She—she said it was my fault she got sent away! She brought these men to—to hurt me—!"
Reagan's face darkened like a storm.
"Renesmee," Father snapped, "you're disgusting. After all Renata's done for you?"
Mother nodded, lip curled. "Clearly, you need more training."
The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.
I clawed at it, screaming until my throat bled. Behind me, the masks came off.
Upstairs, my family fussed over Renata while a doctor checked her.
At 10:55 AM, Father sighed. "Reagan, call the police. Renesmee and those criminals can't—"
The restaurant manager crashed in, panting. "Sir—Miss Renesmee—she jumped into the river! The men followed, but we caught one!"
Reagan grabbed him by the collar. "What?"
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