Wrong Heiress to Almost Murder
My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips.
She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike.
When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution.
Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain.
"You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina."
I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..."
Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene."
My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"