I Was A Born Liar

Dad was obsessed with "Scientific Parenting." He made us wear "Truth Bands" where green meant truth and red meant a lie. Sam’s band was just a broken toy that stayed green no matter what, but mine measured my heart rate. Fear and pain made my light red. Dad called me a "born liar." Then, my appendix burst. I was in agony and my heart raced, making the light flash bright red. "Stop acting," Dad sneered, locking me in my room. I died alone in the dark. Days later, the house smelled of rot. Dad finally broke the door down. He put the bloody band on himself to prove it worked. ZAP! The electric shock hit him. Red light. Red light. Red light. He finally realized the horrific truth. The red lights weren't lies. They were my screams for help. Dad finally went insane.

Dad was obsessed with "Scientific Parenting." He made us wear "Truth Bands" where green meant truth and red meant a lie. Sam’s band was just a broken toy that stayed green no matter what, but mine measured my heart rate. Fear and pain made my light red. Dad called me a "born liar." Then, my appendix burst. I was in agony and my heart raced, making the light flash bright red. "Stop acting," Dad sneered, locking me in my room. I died alone in the dark. Days later, the house smelled of rot. Dad finally broke the door down. He put the bloody band on himself to prove it worked. ZAP! The electric shock hit him. Red light. Red light. Red light. He finally realized the horrific truth. The red lights weren't lies. They were my screams for help. Dad finally went insane.