She even ran into the kitchen, grabbed two knives, and shoved them into my dad’s hands, telling him to just kill me.
“You’re right. Claire is a slut. She had a good life but just had to chase after men. Since she won’t listen, just kill her already. Trash like her doesn’t deserve to breathe. She should die!”
Tears instantly welled up in my eyes, and I stared at her in disbelief.
“Lynn, do you even know what you’re saying? You’re my best friend!”
She contemptuously shoved my hand away, her expression cold.
“Every word is true. You brought this on yourself.”
In that moment, it felt as though something inside me had been torn apart. This was my best friend, the one I had grown up with. I couldn’t believe she could turn into someone like this.
When I was a child, if my dad punished me and wouldn’t let me eat, she would secretly bring me a cake and hide outside my door, worried I would starve.
The one who swore we’d be sisters forever.
Just months ago, we’d walked hand in hand, and I asked, “You know, what if I really can’t get married in the future?”
Her eyes were bright with enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry about it. I bought a house, right? You can move in with me. I won’t get married, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives. We could even adopt a child, and then we’d be family!”
She always reassured me, saying that those men who left me could never have truly loved me, and I was lucky I hadn’t married any of them.
But now, what was the difference between her and those men?
My heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy blow, and the dull pain spread throughout my body. A doubt gnawed at me like thorns, tightening around my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I was curious. And the question coiled in my mind like thorns–what the hell was in that study?
How could it change the people who loved and cared for me into people who could say such horrible things?
After that day, Lynn and I became strangers.
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Though unharmed physically, the damage ran deep; For a long time, I sought therapy tr reclaim the happiness I had lost.
My dad and sister didn’t care about me at all. They only sought to control and exploit me,
Finally, I waited for my mom’s annual leave. She would always take time off to spend time with the family.
When she found out I had been to therapy, she felt guilty,
She came to my room, stood by my bed, looking at my lifeless eyes and tears streamed down her
face.
She tightly embraced me.
“Claire, it’s all my fault. I’ve tried talking to your dad many times, but he just won’t listen.”
My mom looked pain, as if she wished she could take all the psychological torment herself.
I understood her struggles.
If it weren’t for the fact that she loved me, I probably wouldn’t have been able to hold on.
Whenever my dad would intentionally scold or hit me, my mom would always stand up to him without hesitation.
She had known my dad for decades, and though she knew his stubborn and difficult nature, she would always be kinder to me, trying to make up for the cruelty from my dad.
But she worked long hours in her shop, and by the time she came home late at night, I was already asleep.
Still, I could feel her love for me. That’s why I knew there was still someone in this world who loved me, someone who wouldn’t reject me no matter what.
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