Fire At Their Fingertips: Excerpt Four

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“A diet site? What on earth would my slender, beautiful daughter be looking at these silly pages anyway?  Can I have the hard drive back now that you know that nobody had a hand in orchestrating her demise.  There are hundreds of reasons why my little girl is underground at fourteen, so why put so much power in this starving stuff. The next thing you’re going to tell me is that Natalie was a cutter and burned her skin with lit cigarettes was another self-destructive behavior she read about on the Internet.”
“Was your daughter into self-harm as well?” The police officer was taking notes of everything Susan was telling him. “Lots of kids are doing it. They called the “New Anorexia.” Why, just last week we had a thirteen-year-old doing that and keeping the scars from her family. So I have to ask---“
Susan felt her heart pumping so quickly she feared she was having a heart attack. “How DARE you accuse me of having my daughter slicing her body with razor blades and putting out cigarette butts on her skin! There was no way in hell I wouldn’t have known about that, or that she wouldn’t come to me about it. You are a vile human being and the sooner I get out of your accusatory asylum the better! You’re a wicked, wicked man!!” and with that, Susan bolted for the door of the precinct.

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