Chapter 6: The Stench (End)
“Rachel… the photos… take them out…”
Shelly’s eyes were unfocused. Like a broken record, he kept repeating similar phrases over and over as he lifted his feet and headed toward the Mayflower Apartments.
The driver didn’t understand what was going on. Seeing that Shelly had suddenly stopped resisting and was now moving toward the building of his own accord, he kindly supported half of Shelly’s body and walked forward with him.
Strapped to his chest, Everly clearly saw the change in Shelly. This trash dad of hers was braver than a mouse—no, less brave than a mouse. He was hesitant in everything he did, forever looking back and second-guessing himself. Just moments ago he’d been scared out of his wits; there was absolutely no way he could conquer his fear in the next second and turn into some great warrior of pure love.
In her previous life, Everly had watched plenty of horror movies. She strongly suspected that Shelly had been influenced by some kind of special force, his mind bewitched. If it were only him, she wouldn’t care if he walked straight to his death! But the problem was that she was still just a baby, deeply bound to this trash dad—if Shelly walked into the tiger’s den, she wouldn’t be spared either!
So she opened her mouth and let out an earth-shattering wail. Her tiny limbs flailed wildly inside the swaddling clothes, kicking and thrashing as hard as she could, hoping to knock some sense back into Shelly.
“Waaah—waaah waaah!”
Shelly was completely unmoved by Everly’s crying and kicking. He had already been thoroughly bewitched by the evil force; his steps toward the apartment were stubborn and resolute, and throughout the entire walk he didn’t spare Everly a single glance.
Instead, it was the taxi driver who, seeing Everly crying her heart out, leaned half his big face over, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to coax her. “Oh, little baby, don’t cry, don’t cry. We’re almost home…”