Chapter 113
Chapter 113
She grabbed the scissors, trying to yank them from my grasp, but in the struggle, the blades slipped, slicing her hand and grazing Arman’s cheek.
Linda let out a dramatic scream, clutching her bleeding hand, her eyes brimming with tears as if I had intentionally attacked her.
Arman’s
face twisted with rage, his hand going to his bleeding cheek. “Are you insane, Sophia?”
I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me.
“You can call the police if you want,” I said coolly. “After all, you were the one who approached me with the scissors. I was merely defending myself. And it wasn’t me who shoved the blade into your face – that was all Linda.”
Linda’s face paled, her eyes darting between Arman and me, panic slowly dawning in her expression.
Without another word, Arman glared at me, his face a mask of hatred. “Just you wait,” he grabbing Linda by the arm and storming out, blood still trickling down his cheek..
Later that night, just as I was beginning to calm down, my phone rang.
The dance teacher’s frantic voice burst through the line.
spat,
“Sophia! Did you and your brother have a fight?” she asked, her voice laced with panic. “He’s the main investor in the competition. He just called and said he’s pulling his support! Without his backing, the whole event might be canceled!”
I closed my eyes, exhaling deeply. “That’s… not surprising,” I replied, my voice steady. “Even if the competition went ahead, he wouldn’t let me win. It’s all a
came to him.”
“Sophia, this is your dream! Can’t you just apologize? Just… say something to calm him down?”
The suggestion made my chest tighten, but I steadied myself. “Apologize? For what?” I asked, my voice tinged with a resigned sadness. “He’s the one who tried to hurt me. He’s no longer my brother, pot after everything he’s done. I won’t beg him for anything.”
There was a long pause on the other end.
My
teacher’s tone softened, filled with a sorrowful sympathy.
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Sophia… I understand, but…. I just hate to see you throw away your dream like this.”
My dream isn’t something he can take.” I replied quietly, a new determination rising within me. “If he wants to ruin the competition, let him. I’ll find another way.”
I hung up, the weight of my words lingering in the silence.
Arman could try to sabotage me all he wanted, but I wasn’t going to
anymore.
be that helpless, caged girl
He could take his Investment, his influence, even his twisted, distorted version of “family.”
But he couldn’t take my spirit. I would rebuild my life, piece by piece, without him.
The past might haunt me, but I wouldn’t let it dictate my future. I was Sophia. And this time, I was
free.
The rain o
was down relentlessly, the heavy droplets drumming against the windows and creating a constant, somber rhythm.
The room around me felt empty and cold, amplifying the stillness that hung in the air.
I was alone, at least for a short while, left to my own thoughts.
A dull ache began to spread through my body, and as I shifted, I winced.
It was then that I noticed the searing pain near my shoulder, stark and raw.
I hadn’t even realized I was injured during the argument earlier.
The adrenaline, the anger–it had numbed me. But now that the rush of emotions had faded, the pai emerged, unforgiving and sharp.
I stumbled towards a nearby cabinet and fumbled for a bandage.
But as I raised my arm, something compelled me to pause.
A strange calmness settled over me as I reached for my phone, and almost mechanically, I began taking pictures.
I captured the wound, red and raw against my skin, the blood slowly staining my clothes.
Each click felt detached, as if I were observing someone else.
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With the photos saved, I sent them to the group chat I shared with relatives–people who had been my pillars since my parents passed.
These were family members who had coddled me since I was young, who cared for me so deeply that they would fret over the smallest hint of a scrape or bruise.
**Arman’s lost his mind,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly. *“He attacked me, all because of his girlfriend.“*
Responses poured in almost immediately:
**Take care of the wound first!“*
We’ll be there tomorrow.“”
