- 13.
I couldn’t hide my bruised face from Phoebe. She was furious and scolded me for two days straight. I cried as she yelled, hiding under the covers, “You’re so mean, always bullying me. Take me to my mom; you definitely can’t out–argue her.”
Phoebe was silent for a long moment, then gently stroked my hair, saying softly. “When y you’re better, Ill take you to see your mom, okay?”
I knew she was lying, and I knew I wouldn’t get better. But I didn’t want her to worry, so I smiled and nodded, saying okay.
I tried harder to recover, taking medication and getting injections, even though my arms were bruised and swollen. Wesley watched from the side, gritting his teeth and slamming the door.
At night, I heard him arguing with Phoebe. “Phoebe wants to see her mom, don’t you understand? Let her go, what’s the harm?”
Phoebe yelled back, “You’re just waiting for her to die! You bastard, you can’t wait for your mistress to take her place, right?”
I secretly wiped my tears, hating that I’d become a burden, causing so much trouble for Phoebe.
