Mad about McDonald's
I used to go to McDonald's whenever I was hungry. I used to be
addicted to the food there, but only for one reason. My dad would always
old man cared so much about that joint, but he was mad about McDonalds. I
Everyone in my family eventually noticed dads behavior and my
mother decided to try and talk to him about this addiction. Mother told
dad that we should be saving to go on a trip. Sadly, he wouldn't listen,
"Don't you care anymore? Why won't you eat out with me?"
Everyone who was in the room including me said
"No dad, we just don't want to eat at McDonald's."
Dad changed after that response. At first, we thought he would grow out of this, but he only began to act much worse.
My father became distant with all of us and would try to avoid
us. It seemed like he had a grudge against all of us because he thought that we hated his favorite fast food joint. It got to the point where dad could not live without eating there at least once a day. I was tempted to try and get help.
Everyone was tempted to, but we were scared to do so. My mother began to get depressed and was tempted to
just leave him right on the spot. It wasn't just because of his obsession, but it was due to the way he was beginning to act over this. After about another week, my dad would spend most of his time at
McDonalds. Everyone at this point knew that my dad had become a lost cause.
I was asleep that night when I was awoken by a loud scream. It
was coming from my sister's room and I immediatly rushed out the door to
Upon opening the door, we saw someone who looked familiar. It was
attempt to save my sister, but my mother held me back telling me that it
the worse, I turned on the light. I was horrified.
It was my dad. He had strangled my sister to death. He was still
holding her neck around his hands and was dressed up as Ronald McDonald. I didn't know how he could of gotten that costume at the time, but it
looked exactly the same as the McDonald's mascot. Was my dad talented at
didn't even bother going for the car since the keys were still inside
the house. We ran as far away as we could.
We ended up living with my grandmother. We never went back to that place and we stayed as far away from it as we could.
I ended up calling the police since my mom was too scared to do
anything. It turned out that dad had a warrant out for his arrest to our
fight happening. This was the only evidence that the cops had found. My dad wasn't found at the old house and we never saw him ever again.
I don't know what happened to father, but I am worried that he's
watching us. We have eaten at McDonalds hoping that he'll spare us if he