Escaping Reality.

Chapter Seven

"What knife " I wondered as I looked at my Dad with total confusion. Mr Wilson had always been down to earth and steady. He won't believe that ridiculous lie .

How could I dared to hurt Wendy and still come back home. It's like courting death .

" How could you be so cruel to hurt your sister like that , you dare to beat her up in school just because of jealousy ! "

Dad's words hits me back into reality. Wendy got injured somehow and framed me again!

" That's not true... Ahh"

Before I could finish a sentence a loud slap landed on my face, forcing my face to the side .

Anger surge through me as I realized that my foster sister was framing me again.

This is the first time Mr Wilson ever laid his hands on me . He had always watched Mrs Wilson beat me without interfering but this was the first time he ever laid his hands on me.

I stared at the man I had always called my father with tears glistening in my eyes but refusing to fall .

" I picked an orphan like you and gave you a home and a surname, only for you to bite the hand that feeds you . How despicable ! Even dogs are loyal to the hand that feeds them . " Mr Wilson face twisted with anger and disdain.

" Aunty Mag, throw this vicious being into the basement. " He said with hostility dipping in his voice.

Aunty Mag, the head housekeeper who was standing in an inconspicuous corner raised her head slowly before waving at two other servants to take me away. I lowered my heart hiding the hurt in my eyes. I always help her in the kitchen most of the times but she did even hesitate to send me away. Well , it's not like she could go against her employers .

I looked at the Mrs Wilson who was looking very pleased and my heart turned cold . However, I really wanted to justify myself but knowing that there was no one who will listen I glared at Mr Wilson fiercely.

" Take me to the station" I said with a tight frown ony face .

The servants who were walking towards me paused their steps as they all turn to look at Mr Wilson.

" Gina , what are you doing" Chris looked at me worriedly and I stared at him calmly.

" If I said I did not hurt Wendy then I really did not! " Chris looked at my expression for a while.

" You are right. Mom , Dad I believe that Gina didn't injure Wendy. " Chris said " maybe Wendy was just confused for a while when she mentioned her name "

His trust stunned me for a while as a warm feeling rose in my heart. Sadly the warmth in my heart was diffused by Mrs Wilson sarcastic laughter .

" You're taking sides with the b***h who almost killed your sister ! " Mrs Wilson bursted in anger .

I frown at her statement but kept my mouth shut. Trying to convince her is like striking an egg against a rock. Absolutely impossible.

" You want to go to the police station? " Mr Wilson asked .

" Yes , since this is a serious matter I don't want to get punished unjustly " I stated " And besides, if it's the police station they would have done a finger print check on the knife to confirm if I am really the culprit "

Dad lowered his eyes, obviously pondering over my words.

I silently prayed that he would agree so as not to receive any unjust family punishment. I watched with eagerness as Mr Wilson mouth open slightly.

" Dream on ! " Mrs Wilson cuts in angrily not wanting to be quiet anymore. Every eyes turned towards her . She glares at me .

" Involving the police in this kind of matter is completely unnecessary. " She tries to dismiss my suggestion. It seems like she knew when the police get involved her daughter schemings would be exposed. She already guessed that this might have been one of her daughter scheming . Given Wendy's thought process, she would likely leave flaws .

" I mean what will others think when they find out that your daughter is trying to kill her sister " Mrs Wilson stated staring at her husband . " You don't want to ruin our family reputation. Do you? "

My eyes dimmed as I saw my father nodding at at her words which seemed thoughtfully to him .

" Since we're family no need to report to the police. Regina be reasonable and accept your punishment. " He said looking at me before walking towards the stairs.

" I refused to accept the punishment of the things that I didn't do . " I blurted out as the two servants grab my had . Mr Wilson paused his steps and turns sharply at me .

He hates it the most when people go against his wish . Anger took over his fifty year old face as he gaze landed on me.

" You won't? " He asked. " It seems as if you don't understand the severity of this situation " his face tightly squeezed .

" Did you get into a fight with Wendy at school? " He asked looking at the cut on my cheek .

I touched the uncovered cut on my face gasping slightly.

" Yes I did but she ... "

" It's settled then . Let her sleep in the basement for three days . No food. " Mr Wilson said mercilessly turning his back on me .

What kind of verdict is that .

As he climbed the a woman in white was also coming down from the stairs. It was Dr Abigail , Wilson's family doctor. Mr Wilson paused and led her to the living room. He waved at the servants to drive me away. I did not struggle knowing that it was useless.

" Dr Abigail, how is she ? " I heard my mom asked anxiously.

"She's fine, it's just a skin injury. I already administered some medicine to her . The scar on her upper arm will heal in weeks time .She's now asleep ." Dr Abigail said then her voice came through again.

"How did Wendy get hurt ?"

" She had some misunderstandings with Regina and Regina was so cruel enough to use a knife on her sister " Mrs Wilson spoke loudly and angrily that I could hear her even when the servants took me down the basement.

She never ceases to damage my reputation in every one's eyes . I sighed thinking of the cold basement I'm about to be thrown into.

" What... But... " Dr Abigail tried to say something and I found myself eager to hear her view of me . Unfortunately , Mom interrupts her again.

" Anyways, don't bother with this little matter . Let me walk you out" I could hear their footsteps fade .