Owned By My Step Brother

CHAPTER 12 - More schemes

Alice's Point Of View

“Mom!!!” I screamed in panic as I tried to wake her, but it was to no avail.

The nurse and Mr Smith rushed into the room, my screams alerting them.

“What have you done? What did you do to her?” The nurse questioned angrily, taking my mom from me as Mr. Smith pushed me to the side.

“What type of demon are you?” He screamed angrily, his eyes turning red.

“She is your mother! Why do you want to kill her over a small argument?” Mr. Smith demanded, approaching me with a death stare.

“No…it wasn't me…I didn't…” I stammered anxiously, trying to form words but failing badly.

I was still trying to process the fact that my mom had vomited blood and passed out.

I didn't know what else to say or how to express myself.

“Get out of here, go now!!!” The nurse screamed angrily as she put my mom on an IV drip.

It had been three hours since my mom passed out, but doctors and nurses were still running in and out of her room.

I had tried to ask what was going on and if my mom was okay, but I was met with silence.

“I can't believe she tried to kill her mother…” I heard some nurses whisper as they passed by me.

Word had traveled fast. Mr Smith was succeeding in his plan to paint me as the troubled child.

And all this while Reynolds was nowhere to be found.

“Please tell me if my mom is okay,” I pleaded with one doctor, almost falling to my knees.

He looked at me for a long time, something flickering in his eyes as he studied me intently.

The silence was killing me, but I was desperate for something, anything, that would help me feel at peace.

“She is stable for now,” he said after a while, nodding slightly and walking away.

Relief flushed over me, and finally, tears rolled down my face.

“Please, Mom, stay alive for me. You are all I have left,” I whispered softly, turning towards the place I had sat down for the past few hours outside my mother's bedroom.

Even if my mom had gone crazy since my dad died, she was still my only family, and I didn't want to lose her.

“Why are you still here?” A familiar voice demanded, making my head snap up.

He was the last person I wanted to speak to right now, and I knew he was going to blow things out of proportion.

I didn't respond; I just stared at him, knowing what he would do next.

“Are you waiting to finish what you have started?” He asked loudly, a smirk forming on his face as a crowd of nurses and doctors gathered around us.

“Please don't start, let's just concentrate on my mom getting better,” I said calmly, looking into his eyes.

I hoped for my mom's sake that he would stop this entire madness, but I was wrong.

He kept talking in a loud tone too, telling everyone I wanted to kill my Mom and that if he hadn't arrived on time, I would have succeeded.

“I can't believe she would do such a thing…she is horrible…” some nurses began to whisper.

At that point, I was just exhausted, not angry, not defensive, just exhausted.

I began to walk away slowly. I didn't bother to respond or care about what they were whispering anymore.

“I just need rest,” I muttered mindlessly, as I stumbled towards my room.

It seemed to be my only sanctuary at this point.

“Where are you going?” One of the nurses asked angrily, blocking my path.

“I'm going to my room,” I said honestly, waiting for her to move out of the way.

“How heartless can you be?” She asked harshly, still blocking my path.

I didn't respond anymore, I just stood there waiting for her to move out of my way.

“You should be by your mom's side, trying to take care of her,” she said firmly, looking into my eyes.

“I tried, you didn't let me in, I sat out here and you asked me to leave too, what do you want me to do?” I asked in frustration, running my hand through my hair.

I thought I was making sense, but she didn't look even the least impressed.

More of the nurses stood by her side, completely blocking my path.

“Just let me go to my room,” I said exhaustedly, but they didn't flinch.

I turned towards Mr. Smith, and he didn't hide this time; he was smiling ear to ear.

He had succeeded with his sick plan and I just stood there letting everything play out.

I was about to break down when I heard a familiar voice.

“Let her go!” He said firmly, breaking through the crowd.

Whispers erupted from the nurses and doctors, but he looked too scary to challenge.

“Reynolds,” I whispered softly, breathing a sigh of relief.

If not anyone else Reynolds knew the truth.

He saw how I rushed to my mother, how I broke down in the hospital, how confused I was; he knew I would never try to hurt my mom.

“You came,” I whispered softly, finally letting my guard down.

“Why are you protecting such an evil person?” one of the nurses asked, her face red with fury.

They had planned to lock me up in a small room to make sure I never hurt my mom ever again, but I was so happy he had come to save me.

The silence was long and stretched almost like a bomb waiting to explode.

“Yes, let us deal with her,” another added, shooting me a disgusted look.

“Wait,” he whispered calmly, looking into my eyes.

Suddenly, I didn't feel calm or safe anymore; something else was happening, something I couldn't fully grasp.

“I already called the police, we have evidence against her, let the police do their job,” he said firmly, turning his back towards me.

And in that moment, I felt like the bomb had finally exploded.