Medically Insane
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Chapter 13
Hephizbah’s POV
"No! "Let me go, you're bleeding and hurting yourself!" I tried to remove my hands from her neck, but she held them tightly as her blood soaked my hands.
"You're bleeding," I said bitterly, but she screamed again.
"Newton!" she called the moment the door swung open.
"What just happened here?" he rushed toward us, his eyes widened as the blood spilled all over the floor.
"Oh, Jesus," he screamed, holding her neck to stop the bleeding.
"You're losing too much blood." He quickly jerked her feet to the other side of the living room.
"I... was just trying to make peace with Hephizbah for all the trouble I have caused her lately, but then she was like..." she stammered, her voice breaking.
"'I can never forgive you in this life as long as I'm living,'" she lied, twisting the truth with her serpent tongue. I wasn’t shocked at all anymore by her lies.
"She broke the glass water into shreds and stabbed my neck with the pieces," she wept bitterly while the servant in the house attended to the wound with a first aid kit.
"You're medically insane!" I shouted bitterly. "You need a check-up on your brain because you're sick! Newton, this didn’t happen." I wiped the blood with the cloth wipes I had taken from the first aid box.
"Heph! How could you be so cruel to do that? "Do you know you almost killed her?" He yelled at me bitterly, covering her neck with a white bandage.
"Why, Heph? Is it because I didn’t choose you or what?"
I looked at him, feeling sick to have this kind of brother in my life.
"It’s so obvious you’re blindfolded! "Can’t you clearly see she’s trying to put enmity between us by causing scenes?" I yelled bitterly.
"She’s the one who broke the glass water and pierced her own neck with it, held—" tears streamed down my face.
"Why would I do that to myself?" she interrupted sharply.
"Newton, you know, I have zero tolerance for seeing blood anywhere. "Why would I stab myself?" she said softly, her voice low.
I looked at her — the performance was perfect. I admired her malicious act, working so perfectly on poor Newton.
"Oh my, I can’t breathe," she gasped deeply.
"Newton... it seems like I’m dying," she clutched her head, her left hand pressing hard against it.
"Hurry and check her vitals," Newton said to the nurse attending to the wounds. Then his eyes gazed at me.
"You are quite sure Kate has a rare disease that affects her breathing and she has practice this evening in the campus basement," he yelled bitterly, his voice harsh. Why would she purposefully hurt herself? This shows the trait of your father — it’s in you."
"I’m scared of dying, Newton," she said hastily.
I looked at my hands. Seeing the blood made me hasty as memories flooded back; my father used an iron to pierce the wound on my thigh.
I held my head, trying not to fall; Newton’s words passed through one ear to rhe other. I couldn’t see clearly. He didn’t care about my feelings.
"You need to admit and apologize to her if you don’t want Mum to hear these malicious acts of yours," his words echoed in my head, but I just stood there, staring at my bloody hands as memories displayed on my face.
"Kate can also forgive you, so her family won’t put you behind bars," he continued.
"It depends on how sincere..." she said slowly, her voice so low I could barely hear her.
"Heph! "Apologize now," a voice said.
"Heph, apologize to your father."
"Heph, go down on your knees and beg him if you don’t want him to keep hurting you."
The words were traumatizing. I bent down, trying to refrain from hearing those voices.
"Heph!"
"Heph!!"
"Heph!!!"
Then I felt a hand that touched my back. The memories flashed out of my mind.
"Get up and apologize."
I looked back — it was Newton, dragging my hands down to Kate’s feet. I fell against her and looked up, tears clouding my eyes.
"I’m so sick of your malicious games," I said, looking at Kate and then to Newton.
"And you too. I’m fed up with you taking her side every minute when she’s so clearly out to sabotage me!" I cried bitterly. I couldn’t take the hurt anymore.
He didn’t say a word this time, just stood there staring at me.
"Newton," I called him.
"I will ask you... for the last...t time," I stammered, clearing my throat.
"Do you trust her or me?" I asked, my voice so raw.
"Answer me!" I yelled, my tears dropped uncontrollably.
"If your answer is yes, then just know you’ve lost me forever as a family," I said boldly, knowing too well what he would say.
He cleared his throat and scratched his head.
"I’m waiting, Newton," I pressed, my eyes locked on him. Kate looked at him too.
"I believe what I see with my own eyes," he said, his face so rare.
"Your hands with the broken pieces were on her neck, which left blood marks on you," he added.
I was heartbroken again and again. I bit my lips to hold my emotions, but those tears failed me.
"And you must apologize to her," his voice echoed.
I swallowed hard. "Fine," I nodded.
"Before I apologize to her, I have something to say."
"Just like this broken glass water on the floor, this is how we’ll be from this day onward. "I don’t want to have anything to do with you, Newton, or even share with you." I stood up, my eyes still fixed on his.
"Heph! Don’t act so immature, I only need you."
I stopped him immediately, "I’m not done speaking. My name is Hephizbah Ducan, not—"
Zed walked into the house, searching for me, and rushed in my direction the moment he saw the bloodstains on the floor.
"Miss Glasses, what the hell happened to you?" He pulled me into his arms.
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