Then, I began to strike back like a crazy man. "You are lying. I didn't do that! Kayla, trust me. You know me. I won't do such a thing."

More and more students gathered around and started judging me.

"So, Wesley did kill his stepfather!"

"What a shameless boy. Did he forget how carefully the Adams family raised him?"

I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "Kayla, you believe me, right? Please tell me that you believe me... Kayla... Please..."

In the end, I still didn't get a response from her.

Maybe her silence showed everything.

Kayla abandoned me.

I became the sinner whom everyone could bully and despise.

However, a paper tissue appeared in my sight.

"Wesley, I believe you, so wipe your tears."

I looked up and seemed to see Kayla the first time we met each other.

She moved, and Kayla in my fantasy disappeared. Then, I saw a girl in plain clothes but looking pure.

I should have seen her.

But there was no time to think about it.

Kayla called to urge me to come back home now.

I thought she was finally willing to believe me.

But when I got home, Max showed Kayla my diagnosis of paranoia.

I couldn't hold back anger any longer and punched him in the face.

"It was you. You spread the rumors in school. I'm not sick. You did these to me!"

When I wanted to throw a second punch, Kayla stood in front of him. "That's enough! What do you want to do? Tear the family apart?"

Suddenly, her tone softened, like when she coaxed me when I was a child.

"Good boy. Wesley, let's go to the hospital, okay?"

But I wasn't sick at all.

I begged Kayla not to send me to the hospital.

Since I refused to compromise with a strong attitude, she just told the servant to lock me in a room instead of throwing me into an asylum to torture me.

"Don't let him out without my permission," she commanded.

-3

Kayla finally took me home from the asylum.

"Go to your room and get a rest," she said.

I shook my head subconsciously.

That room was the biggest nightmare in my life.

I felt suffocated whenever I got close to it.

Ignoring my resistance, Kayla said calmly, "It's up to you. You can pick the one you like."

I looked around the house that used to be so familiar to me and felt at loss.

Finally, I stopped at the door of Ryan's room and couldn't help holding my tears anymore.

Kayla somehow came behind me and handed me a tissue.​