The Kindest Parents Locked Me in a Gas Chamber — Novel

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In a world where love is celebrated yet twisted, Libby Chavez grapples with the suffocating grip of her seemingly perfect family. As the town's adored philanthropists, her parents dote on their new son, Harrison, while relegating Libby—a girl with a terminal illness—to the shadows. When a blizzard traps them together, Libby's desperate need for air collides with Harrison's dark curiosity, leading to a chilling confrontation that threatens her very existence.

Locked away in a room that becomes her prison, Libby's struggle for survival becomes a fight against her own family’s betrayal. Each day, her parents turn a blind eye to her suffering, prioritizing Harrison's needs above their own daughter’s life. As the facade of familial love unravels, Libby is left questioning everything she once believed about loyalty and sacrifice.

What happens when kindness morphs into cruelty? Can Libby reclaim her voice and her life, or will she forever remain a ghost in her own home? In this haunting tale of betrayal and resilience, the lines between love and manipulation blur, leaving readers breathless with anticipation.

The Kindest Parents Locked Me in a Gas ChamberChapter 1

The moment carbon monoxide poisoning made me convulse and cough up blood, my mother was on the other side of the door, gently coaxing me to sleep.

My parents were the town's most celebrated philanthropists. They'd adopted Harrison Chavez—the orphaned son of a fellow patient who'd died of a terminal illness. To help heal his trauma, they didn't even dare raise their voices around him.

Then came the day the blizzard sealed the mountain roads, and I—a severe asthmatic—spiked a high fever.

Harrison said he wanted to see what I'd look like smoked black as charcoal. He smashed the oxygen concentrator I depended on to survive, dragged a burning coal stove filled with cheap briquettes into my tiny, windowless bedroom, and locked the door from the outside.

The thick smoke choked me until I was vomiting blood. All I could do was pound on the door and beg for help.

My mother's voice floated through from the other side, soft as a lullaby. "Be good, Libby Chavez. Your brother just wants to keep you warm. He means well. You mustn't lose your temper and hurt his feelings."