I'm Trapped in the Trunk, and I Think My Parents Stopped Loving Me

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I was locked in the trunk, the scorching air burning my throat.

Every breath felt like swallowing a ball of fire, stifling and painful.

I regretted it. I shouldn't have put that blanket on Leo.

I pounded on the trunk lid, my palms hitting the burning metal, producing dull thuds and searing pain.

"Dad! Mom! I'm sorry! Let me out!"

"I'm so hot… Mia knows she was wrong… I'll never do it again…"

But my voice was completely muffled.

I remembered when Dad bought the car, he'd proudly shown me: