A Quest For Vengeance

Peter’s POV

“ I want you to make me beautiful again”, she said, without blinking.

Even though I was a plastic surgeon, I still didn't know how “ making her beautiful again” will ever be possible. Even making her normal, making her look more like a human being than a skin eating demon will hardly be possible.

“ Can you do it for me?” She asked, looking me dead in the eyes as tears started forming in her eyes. “ Can you?”

“ I ……… I don't really know”, I said, heaving. “ Even though I am a plastic surgeon and have done numerous and yes, I have done numerous scar surgery, I'm not sure that I can get you to even look normal again. Your burn is not just an ordinary one, it is even higher than a third degree burn and…………. gosh, I don't just know”.

“ So you can't, is that what you're saying?” She asked, her tone turning angry.

“ I don't just know, I can't be sure”, I said, sounding sympathetic as possible.

“ Get out”, she said, looking away.

“ Huh?” I was apparently shocked.

“ I said get out!” She screamed, “ if you can't get me to be beautiful again that means that you are of no use to me, so get out!” She said, still shocking me all the more.

I was too stunned to even move, too surprised that I couldn't even lift my feet.

“ I said get out!” She screamed again, finally forcing me out of the room, and as I stepped out, I heard her break down in tears, and that broke my heart.

I knew that her attack was not a terrorist attack, I knew that it was her husband and her twin sister, Anne that did that her, but I knew that no one would believe me, that was why I convinced Dr Bailey that it must have been a terrorist attack, so that the hospital could lie about the fact that she was still alive.

We had all attended middle school together, she, Anne and I. They were the famous SAMSONG twins, and everyone in school were jealous of them. I had fallen for Angel at first. She was the quiet one, the cool headed one, the intelligent one, unlike Anne who was always concerned about how she looked. The most important things in her life were her couture gowns, shoes, and bags.

Angel was my first love, and I wanted to ask her out, but she was unapproachable, so I didn’t, and after a while, I got transferred to another school.

I met Anne again several years later in college and one thing led to the other and we started dating. I started liking Anne, probably because if the fact that she looked identical with her sister Angel, and so it broke my heart when I found out that she was cheating on me, and it got worse when I found that the person she was cheating on me with was Angel's husband.

I found out about it when I saw both of them kissing in his car, at the amusement park, and when I confronted her about it, instead of apologizing, she broke up with me. That was a week before angel drove to the hospital looking like a burnt chicken.

I left after my shift ended, driving home with a heavy heart.

“ Good evening Peter”, the new nanny I employed greeted as I walked in.

“ Good evening Rose, how are you doing?” I asked.

“ Cool”.

“ And how about the baby?”

“ He's asleep”, she said, pointing to my room.

“ That's great. You can go now, I'll take over from here”, I said.

I went into the room and found the baby peacefully sleeping on the baby crib that I bought just five days ago.

I came closer and watched him as his tummy rose and fell as he breathed.

“ Your mommy is going through a very hard time, little one”, I said as I grazed his hand with my pinky finger. He quickly grabbed my finger, jerking in his sleep.

“ Don't wake, please”, I said, and as if he heard what I said, he went back to sleep after jerking.

I sighed in relief.

He was pronounced dead after he had a cardiac arrest, and I had taken the responsibility to bury him, but as I was in my car, driving him to the baby cemetery to go bury him, he jerked and started crying.

He was misdiagnosed. His heart had stopped beating for some time, but he wasn't dead, he didn't die.

At first, I wanted to take him back to the hospital, to tell everyone that he was still alive, but on a second thought, I decided against it. I decided to take him home and bring him to the hospital the next day, but the next day I didn't go to the hospital because I went baby shopping, so I planned to take him on the third day. On that third day, he started crying uncontrollably that I had to cancel all my plans so that I could tend to him.

I went to the hospital on the fourth day after I employed Rose to stay with him, and seeing that Angel had been told that her child was dead, I didn't know how to tell everyone that the child didn't actually die, that he was with me, so I just kept him with me for the mean time.

I knew that Angel wanted to get revenge on her twin sister and her husband. I saw it in her eyes when she asked me to make her beautiful again, and then it occurred to me that I also wanted to get revenge on Anne for making me fall in love with her and then cheating on me. I wanted to make her pay for breaking my heart, and the right instrument to use for that was Angel.

And so I decided to keep the baby away from Angel. If she keeps thinking that her baby died because of Anne, her anger will increase, and that was what I wanted. I wanted her to be so angry that she wouldn't mind killing Anne.

I opened my phone to scroll through social media, and I came across a reel advertising about ChoTae Joon, the director of Wanna Plastic Surgery Clinic in South Korea, and then it crossed my mind.

I couldn't guarantee Angel that I'll perform a perfect surgery on her, but South Korea was renowned for being the best in plastic surgeries in the world, and so the next day, immediately I got to the hospital, I went straight to her room.

“ I can't make you beautiful again, but I know a place to take you to”, I said as soon as I walked into the room, “ South Korea, Dr Cho Tae Joon, he is very talented when it comes to scars and cosmetic surgeries and I spent all night researching about him, and trust me when I say that he is good at what he does”.

She didn't say a word. She just kept blankly staring at me.

“ Look”, I moved a bit closer, “ I know how angry you must be about what happened to you, that it why I am making this proposal. South Korea is the best option we have right now, and trust me, you will not regret it”.

She kept quiet for a while, and when she finally spoke, she asked, “ when are we leaving for South Korea?”

I contacted the clinic and made the necessary arrangements, and within three weeks, her scar surgery was scheduled.

I didn't know what to do with her baby. I was going to accompany her to South Korea, and I knew that I couldn't bring him along, so I gave the baby up for adoption and went with her.

I stood outside the theatre, patiently waiting for the doctors to be done with the surgery.

It was supposed to be a fourteen hour long surgery, but it was already sixteen hours and yet there was no news, and that got me worried.

I kept waiting, and on the seventeenth hour, Dr Cho Tae Joon came out.

“ Dr Cho, how was it?” I asked, walking up to him.

He heaved, placing his hands on his waist to support his weight, and from that simple gesture, I suspected that all was not well.

“ I'm sorry Dr Peter”, he said in his thick Korean accent, “ she didn't make it”.