The Last Tear

When I thought about the miserable endings of the people who had crossed me before, my whole body started shaking.

Roger Kirk, my brother, noticed and sneered, "You think trash like you can fight me for Mom and Dad's money?"

Hearing that made me shake even harder.

I remembered someone once casually calling me a leech. For that, my adoptive brother, Ollie Fuller, cut off his arms and legs, sliced out his tongue, and dumped him into a container full of leeches. Millions of leeches sucked him dry until he became like a dry corpse.

If Ollie heard Roger insult me like that… I didn't even dare finish the thought.

Trembling, I blurted out, "I swear I won't fight you for anything. Just take me back. If you want to cut ties with me after that, I'll agree!"

My parents spat right in my face.

"Ha! You manipulative little brat. You used the media to guilt us into taking you back, and now you're shocked it turned out like this?

"We should've just strangled you when we had the chance. A worthless girl like you should've been gone a long time ago!"

Their words made my face go even paler.

I remembered a minor boss in the compound who once whispered that I was a burden, feeling a little smug because he had had some success in business. That night, my adoptive father, Neil Fuller, sewed his mouth shut and threw him into the dog yard. The pack ripped him apart, and his screams echoed all night until he finally died from the pain.

Thinking of that, I shook even harder, my voice cracking with tears. "I know I was wrong! Please, just take me back! I promise I'll never bother your family again!"

But my parents only sneered, "Now you realize it? Too late."

They started discussing how the money from selling me could go toward buying Roger a house and paying for his wedding.

"I heard we can get a good price for selling girls there," my father said. "They can work as dealers in casinos or as telemarketers."

"But this girl is so slow and dull," my mother said with a frown. "Are you sure she can manage those kinds of jobs? What if she doesn't sell for much?"

"Don't worry. I already asked around," Roger said with a smug grin. "Ty said there's plenty of work to be done by pretty but useless women like her."

The moment I heard that name, my ears locked in.

Ty. Could it be Ollie's right-hand man, Tyler Sarratt?

"I know Ty! If you still wanna live, call him on video right now. If he sees me, he'll tell you the truth!"

I was desperately trying to save their lives. If Tyler realized they had kidnapped me, he'd be terrified and order them never to send me back. Because if my foster parents and Ollie found out, every one of them would be doomed.

"Where you're taking me, I know people there. If they find out you kidnapped me, you'll all be dead! If you don't believe me, let Tyler see me first!"

I was crying by now, begging them. But my parents and Roger thought I was bluffing.

Roger slapped me across the face so hard that my cheek burned and swelled instantly. "You're about to die, and you still dare threaten us?"

My father kicked me in the stomach, and my mother ground her high heel into my face. Pain seared across my skin, and hot blood trickled down.

Then Roger's phone rang.

"The package is fine, right? Show me," the voice on the other end said.

It was Tyler!

I struggled to get up, but my mother pinned my face to the floor with her heel.

"Ty, help! It's me!" I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left.