"Stop pretending. You've been so active in funeral planning this whole time, I'd have thought you were trying to atone. But I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. In this case, I must teach you a lesson!"
Eric grabbed my hair and dragged me to the dog's portrait.
He held my head down and slammed it on the ground.
"Mary's ashes are right there. If you don't believe me, go and see..."
With blood and tears mixed together, my eyes became blurred.
With someone's support, Lauren became even more arrogant and threw the urn directly to the ground.
"No!"
I let out a hysterical scream and, ignoring the pain in my body, crawled towards the scattered ashes.
"You're still acting? It's just some flour. You're just trying to fool us."
Lauren squatted down, grabbed a handful of ashes and stuffed them into my mouth, then pressed my head into the ashes.
The intense feeling of suffocation mixed with grief almost made me faint.
"When Kelly was alive, she loved flour. Eric, let's not waste the remaining flour. Let this bitch cook."
"Eric and Lauren, you will go to hell!"
Looking at the ashes all over the ground, I completely collapsed.