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I've Been Corrected, but What About You? Chapter 8
One of us was dressed impeccably on the outside, but was completely under the control of the drug, unable to control herself. Arabella was a decayed, tormented demon.The other had been tortured physically to a state of insanity, but in reality, my heart was clear and unclouded. I had the determination to move ahead relentlessly.I was in the darkness, while she was in the light.I pretended to be insane while she played along with my act. In that single room at the police station, I had managed to avoid supervision and passed over a secret note. Arabella had stuffed the proof that she had collected over a long period of time into Sunny's carcass.I had used my parents' final vestige of humanity to prevent it from being found. My parents had a vast net of connections and influence, and they obviously had a mole among the police too. The only way to get a warrant for their arrest would be to lay a trap in secret and strike to win. Once they were caught red-handed, the spid
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However, one night, I had snuck into Arabella's room and got into her bed like I always did. I hugged her from behind and tried to warm her up like I had done when we were kids.However, the body in my arms was as cold as ice. It was so cold that it was frightening.That was when I noticed the tears that slid relentlessly down her cheeks, and the signs of needle jabs on the inside of her arm.Something was wrong with Arabella. Very wrong.She smiled more every day, but she was becoming paler and paler.As soon as I got near my parents, she would become abnormally nervous.She would seem relieved whenever I left home. Arabella thought that if she could stop me from receiving love and care from my parents, and if my parents abandoned me, I would become disillusioned and leave them. She began to slander me and provoke my parents into detesting me. She tried every way she could to make me disappointed in her. However, we had once been so close that we told each other everythi
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Just as Arabella wanted, I was finally kicked out of the house.I held Sunny, whom Arabella had killed with her own hand out of hatred and resentment, and disappeared from my parents' line of sight in the car. The car sped toward the asylum. However, just as it turned into an alley, a small black car suddenly blocked the path of the car I was in. Several policemen in plain clothes got out at once. The driver saw that something was wrong, and he was about to pull out his gun when I yanked the safety belt against his throat to choke him. Soon, the police arrived and took control of the situation.I saw a few familiar faces. The female police officers from the interrogation room were there, and they nodded at me.Behind them were a few police officers wearing special uniforms. I handed Sunny's carcass and a few strands of hair to them before saying urgently, "All the proof is in here. Take it! Please save my sister, and don't hurt her!"The officer in the lead said earnest
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My parents hired the best doctor to watch over me almost 24 hours a day. They worked less and handed the family business over to my older brother, Charles Bower, to take care of. They often spent time talking to me, and they would even read me a few stories.I was still in a vacant state. As soon as someone approached me, I would begin trembling all over. No matter what they asked me, I would shake my head vigorously.No matter how much the doctor suggested that they should admit me to the hospital, they refused to listen.They spent huge sums of money to buy the best equipment and monitored my treatment. They kept thinking that I could recover completely and go back to my old self.One day, late at night, I heard those familiar footsteps once more.This time, they didn't pace up and down. Instead, they went straight into my room.I saw Arabella's bright smile. She was even holding Sunny, the little dog that belonged to us both. When we picked Sunny up by the side of the ro
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At the police station, I was settled down alone in the sick bay. A few of the female police officers were frowning, and they spoke to me gently. "Dear child, have you been abused by your parents? Do they often hit you?"I shook my head vigorously and said nothing.My mother was waiting nervously at the door.My father kept knocking. He wanted to check my injuries.The police had no choice but to call a doctor over to dress my wounds and bandage them up.Once they were done, the frown on their faces deepened."Is this your daughter?"My mother nodded quickly while my father rubbed his hands together, looking panicked. "Of course."There was a loud bang as an older policeman slammed his cup on the table, making my parents jump in fright."The doctor has examined her. She has 32 wounds of varying sizes all over her body, including signs of whipping, burns, pinches, subcutaneous contusions caused by being kicked, as well as a few knife wounds. Explain this to me!"My mother fro
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My throat was ruined. The doctor said I would need to recuperate for a few weeks before I would be able to speak.After we returned from the hospital, both my parents looked grim.My mother had clearly been crying. She caressed the injury at the corner of my mouth and said nothing, looking glum. My father stood at the door, smoking. He eyed me suspiciously."Do you think that torturing yourself is going to work? What kind of act are you putting on with us? Everyone knows that you're full of nothing but bad intentions. I don't care what you're plotting, but you'd better behave!"I turned pale at once. I couldn't speak, so all I could do was whimper and try to beg for mercy. I struggled to pull out my drip and kneel on the floor so I could grovel.I felt uneasy when I was sitting or lying down. I only felt comfortable when I was kneeling, because then I wouldn't get hit. My mother moved quickly to press me back on the bed. My father's expression softened slightly. He stubbed
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