My Sister-in-Law's Kid Had Chickenpox, and She Just Dumped Him on Me

My sister-in-law's kid, Mikey, was covered in chickenpox spots, but instead of keeping him home, she just hauled him over to my place.

I was totally against it, but my mom, behind my back, let him in.

Before I knew it, my three twin girls caught it. Then, they developed these crazy high fevers and started having seizures.

While my sister-in-law and mom were just sitting there, cracking sunflower seeds, my three little girls were foaming at the mouth, bodies convulsing, and then… they died.

I went ballistic, tried to attack my sister-in-law, but she and my mom held me down, forcing my head in the toilet until I drowned.

As my soul floated up, I saw my sister-in-law laughing, kicking the bodies of me and my girls.

"The house is getting sold soon, and with all of you gone, the money is all for my boy!"

"Four people? That's four shares. They had to go!"

Then, I woke up, and I heard my mom on the phone with my sister-in-law.

"...just send Mikey over. She doesn’t work anyway; she can watch him."

My mom's hushed voice hit my ears, sending a wave of that gurgling, drowning feeling through my brain.

I snapped to it. I was back.

This was exactly how it happened before. Little Mikey, with his chickenpox, all pussy and feverish.

My sister-in-law, Sarah, had the perfect excuse.

"Mike and I have to work, and mom's living with you. What else can we do?"

I argued.

Chickenpox is contagious, and my three five-year-old girls were living here. They'd catch it for sure.

But my mom laid into me, saying I was heartless, not helping her son and his wife.

"You're home all day, doing nothing! Watch your nephew for a few days. He’s family. Stop being so cold."

I stood my ground, giving them a firm "no."

"You're worried, take care of him yourselves. I’m not taking him in."

She went quiet. I thought she got it.

Then, I picked up the girls from school, and there's Mikey, no mask, drool on his chin, lying on my girls' bed.

His spots were bursting, pus all over their blankets and sheets.

I grabbed masks for my girls and tried to get Mikey out of there.

But my mom grabbed my hair, threatening me.

"You kick my grandson out; I'll die right here, right now!"

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She even had Mikey use my girls' cups, then gave them to them to drink from.

Within 24 hours, all three girls were down.

Red bumps and blisters covered them, itching like crazy. Then came the high fever. I gave them Tylenol, trying to bring it down.

I packed up everything Mikey had touched and threw it in the trash. Just minutes, a few minutes.

Then, the seizures hit. High fever convulsions.

My girls stiffened up, faces pale, lips turning blue.

By the time I got back in the room, they were curled up, lifeless.

Sarah and my mom stood there like it was a TV show, not even watching, just chewing their sunflower seeds.

I wailed, holding my girls. The girls I'd carried, birthed, and worked so hard to raise.

I went mad. Grabbed a knife to go after Sarah.

But she and mom held me down and drowned...