Mate's Revenge

Chapter 4: Mate's Revenge

[Elizabeth's POV]

My heart and wrists were in such misery! I once thought that a dead body's suffering could not be felt by the soul, but I never guessed that I would still experience anguish. My head felt as if it had been attacked by hundreds of tons of stones, as nicely as my wrists and my heart.

"How's Elizabeth doing?"

She has mild trauma, but I think she'll be well tonight when I give her some medication.

Who was the instructor? Why was it that, even though I was dead, I could hear people talking?

I appreciate it, Doctor Dave.

Robert's singer may be heard!

The moment I opened them, I saw the guy's reputation next to my bed.

6.1 feet tall, with curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a kind grin. He was undoubtedly Robert, my deceased twin brother.

"Robert!" With tears in my eyes, I yelled his name.

"Please show appreciation to the moon goddess. Steal, you are always with us. I was so eager that I sprang out of bed and gave my brother a bear hug.

I shifted away from his chest and rubbed his warm face once more to be sure he was real. I gave him another bear embrace while my eyes were still filled with tears.

Hey Elizabeth, how are you doing? Robert's hand was relaxing on mine. His kindness towards me was evident in his face.

"Robert!" Robert's cheeks and neck were warm to the touch as I stroked them once again. He was still alive, I knew that much.

I paused as I stroked my wrapped head and glanced at my heated hand. My skin was as warm to the touch as Robert's. I tightened my grip on my arm, which ached.

Is this me? I didn't pass away? I squinted and questioned Robert for confirmation.

"Okay, Elizabeth, take a deep breath, then lie back down on the bed and have a good rest." Robert likely believed I was overexcited. As he sat down, he shoved me into the bed.

The day's date was "What's the date today?" Robert's palm felt warm, and I attempted to use it to tell myself that I wasn't dreaming.

"Now, spread down, shut your eyes, and dream well. There won't be any problems when you wake up. Robert rocked me to a nap like a baby. He likely believed that I had a mental health issue. He did not, nonetheless, respond to my query.

"I'm good. I mean it. Robert, respond to my query. Please!" Robert never refused me when I glared at him in desperation.

My brother grumbled, "We are 17 now, Elizabeth," and after giving me our ages, he took out his phone to show me the date.

God, oh God. It was July 24, 2021, today. That day that Robert was slain was the day before Robert and I turned 17!

I recalled yesterday that Robert had purchased me a motorbike on July 23 that I had desired for a very long time.

I kept Carl in the dark about our motorcycle racing near the packhouse, since Robert didn't like ladies riding motorbikes and Carl did. To avoid a little kid in the group, I unintentionally slammed into a tree. I slept in my bed all night.

Then, on July 24, Robert visited me and instructed me to ask Carl to look after me while he fixed my motorbike. Robert never returned, Carl came to see me, and I eventually waited for the word that he had plunged over a cliff.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth ?" Robert phoned me, breaking me from my recollections. Will you return my call, Doctor Dave?

I said, "I think I should settle down and arrange what the hell happened to me."

Well, maybe I should go hunt for Freya before your loving guy arrives to take care of you. Robert gave me a wink and a grin.

I muttered the name, "Carl."

You have no idea how many wounds the poor creature has on his body. But I can undoubtedly fix your birthday gift. Robert used the same phrases. Before leaving for Carl and Freya, he said something to me that I recall very well.

"Bye, Elizabeth !" Robert made a turn to go.

"NO!!!" With tears in my eyes, I grabbed his wrist without pausing and pleaded with him, "Don't! Please don't go outdoors to seek to see Carl and Freya, Robert.

"Elizabeth, did something happen between you and them?" Robert raised his eyebrows.

I gave a headshake. He would go and face Carl and Freya right away if I informed him they had deceived me. I couldn't stand by and watch as those two horrible scumbags butchered my brother once again. Never would I allow them to harm or even murder Robert.

"I had a nightmare just now. Never mind what I said. The nightmare served as my justification. It was dated protection, but it was useful.

"All right, I'll wait here with you." Robert once more massaged my hair, greatly like my dad used to when we were small. I was aware of his persistent belief that he was owned by my older brother rather than my younger one. But according to what Mom told Beta Mrs. Grete in the pack before she went, our dad used to contend that I was born a minute before Robert.

I must go, though, before Dad completes his tour of Leyte Mountain and returns to the packhouse. If not, inform him that you crashed your motorbike and he'll make sure to put my beloved Lucy in the barn with the rodents. He gave me a wink as he sat in the chair next to the bed and scrolled through his phone.

I could loan you my birthday blessing if it happened. Robert had never been a motorbike lover. I was aware of it. I also enjoyed swinging motorbikes, but I had to give it up, so I covertly allowed Robert to take me on a ride instead, only because that i***t, Carl, said that a beautiful woman he admired wouldn't want to ride a motorbike. What a fool I was!

I glanced down and saw that my wrists were unbroken, white, and without a mark while I was thinking about Carl. When I touched my heart once again, there was no discomfort. However, I could still vividly recall how Carl and Freya had previously used a silver knife and magical arrows to murder me. Not in my nightmare, this. I wanted to squirm and bite their necks because whenever I think of them, I want to.