01/03/2026
So when I got a few extra days off before Christmas, I decided to SURPRISE THEM. NO WARNING. Just me, homemade gingerbread cookies, and Mom's favorite fudge.
The five-hour drive home had me buzzing with Christmas excitement. Lights, music, family—everything I’d missed.
But when I pulled up, my stomach dropped. No lights. No decorations. No holiday smell. Just a strange car in the driveway.
I knocked. No answer. Used my old key—and froze.
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The house felt wrong. Gray walls. Cold furniture. Every family photo gone.
Then I heard my sister, Elsa, laughing on speakerphone.
“Yeah, it’s finally my house now. They’re fine—in the garage.”
My blood ran cold.
I opened the back door and found my parents sleeping on cots beside a camping stove, wrapped in coats. My mom forced a smile.
“Sweetheart, what a surprise…”
“In the garage?” I whispered.
Dad sighed. “Elsa needed space. Just temporary.”
That’s when I snapped.
“Pack a bag. I’ll be back in an hour.”
I didn’t call the police.
Because what I planned for Elsa was going to hurt far more.
So, while my parents packed, I headed right to Elsa's boyfriend, Drew. Continued in the first comment 👇👇