“I said look at me,” she repeated, but this time, I felt her hand pinch my side; I frowned in pain.
She giggled beside me.
“Do you get what I am trying to say? You are just a dumb alternative,” she said just to spite me, her nails digging into my sides.
Normally her little attack would have meant nothing to me, but she precisely pinched the sewed-up area.
I was overwhelmed by pain.
“Let go of me,” I cried when the pain was unbearable; pushing her weakly by the shoulders, Ana stumbled backward exaggeratedly, falling into Damian’s arms.
I didn’t notice him, and as she fell, she purposely hit the boiling water on the stove, and the contents spilled on my hands down to my stomach.
I screeched in pain.
“Brother Damian, she pushed me,” I heard Ana cry. I snapped my head to them; I opened my mouth to defend myself when I saw Damian Walk up to me in fury.
“Damian I— “I couldn’t get the rest of the words out before I was hit across the face.
“How dare you push Ana?” he yelled at me.
I was beyond shocked. ‘Was Damian blind?’ Didn’t he see how she fell? She was faking. I wanted to say all this, but I couldn’t get the words out.
I looked behind Damian to see Ana smirking at me through her tears.
I sighed; there was no use.
I turned around, poured the remaining water into the noodles, and began adding up the ingredients.
There was no use crying over spilled milk; Damian was no longer the man I loved. I will no longer explain myself to someone who will only take the side of others.
I missed the look that flashed in Damian’s eyes as I turned around with my bowl of noodles, stepping over Ana’s legs that she had set out to trip me.
I walked to my room and locked the door behind me; I didn’t care about him any longer.
