The Shallowing of 6

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Chapter 6 

I was awakened by a slap. 

The knife wound still hurt badly, and then my mother slapped me. 

“How can you fall asleep? Do you know how scared Ayla was?” 

Kenneth, who had shown up, said, “You wicked woman, stay away from Ayla! What the heck do you 

want?” 

My father broke a bottle and put the sharp pieces in front of me, his words colder than his look, and said, “Ayla is terrified. You know how to make up for this.” 

I looked at the pieces and smirked. 

Kenneth glared at me furiously and snapped, “How dare you still smile? Why didn’t you get stabbed 

to death?” 

The phone screen lit up, showing my flight was in a few days. 

“Just hang in there a little longer, and I’ll be out of here soon,” I thought to myself. 

I grabbed a piece and was all set to slice my wrist without giving it a second thought. 

Unexpectedly, Kenneth grabbed the piece. 

“You’re crazy! Absolutely insane!” 

Kenneth clenched his teeth, threw the piece in the trash, and left. 

My wrist was cut, and blood kept flowing. 

“Is that enough?” My face was pale. “Can I go now?” 

I stumbled towards the door, leaving a trail of blood on the floor behind me. 

Hateful curses came from behind, but my ears rang, making it hard to hear. 

That was fine. 

The only thought driving me was, “Leave, I need to leave…” 

At the door, I collapsed from exhaustion, falling hard. 

But then I felt a familiar hug. 

It was Greg. 

Greg saw my bleeding wounds and his pupils contracted.. 

Chapter 6 

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Earlier, comforting Ayleen at the hospital, Greg felt sudden anxiety and tightness in his chest. 

It felt like something important was slipping away. 

He remembered my injury and decided to visit the Olson’s house. 

Greg tried to touch my wounds, but I forcefully avoided his hand and said, “Don’t touch me!” 

Greg didn’t expect my resistance, and his eyes filled with mixed emotions. 

My mother called from inside, “Leave her, Greg. Ayla messaged she wanted to see me and her dad. You can drive us.” 

Greg gave me a quick look and said, “Everly, take care of the cut. I’ll head to the hospital and be back later.” 

I sneered coldly and mockingly. 

I cursed him inwardly, “Get the hell out, Greg! Don’t you ever dare pretend to love me again!”