"How dare you cry in front of his room? If it weren't you, he would have lived a happy life now! Stop your hypocritical tears!" she said.
I thought, "Kayla, I want dad to be alive more than anyone else.
If he's still alive, he can tell you that I didn't deliberately find someone to kidnap me just to attract your attention.
I was really kidnapped."
I did call dad for help, but he didn't answer my call.
Then, we heard of his death.
But Ethan told me to obey whatever you said if I wanted to reduce your hatred towards me. I should just let you unleash the bad feelings. The truth didn't matter at all.
Kayla was the most important person to me.
It was okay to be misunderstood by her as long as she was willing to accept me.
After all, I was hollow now.
The only heartbeat I had was for Kayla.
A year ago, after she locked me in my room, Max visited me with those punks who perjure themselves against me.
Only then did I realize that he framed me from the beginning.
I wanted to kill him.
But they were outnumbered.
They suppressed me tightly.
Max slapped me and shouted, "You want to be a man, huh? Get up and hit me.
"It's all your fault. Kayla doesn't want to marry me!
"Let's see how you can compete with me when she abandons you!"
Then, Max was tired from hitting me.
Those punks peed on me.
But they didn't think it was enough.
He stepped hard on my broken bones that had not yet healed, and the sound of fractured bones echoed throughout the room.
They also cut some places on my body that were not normally visible.
What completely drove me crazy was they drugged me and took humiliating pictures.
"You now look like a whore!" they laughed at me.
Since then, I had been actually sick.
My mind became more and more foggy, and I even thought about committing suicide.
Every time I almost lost the hope of living, I thought of Kayla.
If I died, the last family member she had would vanish.
How was she supposed to live alone?
I couldn't end my life.
So, I propped up my miserable body and called her, "Kayla... Max brought some people to harm me, he..."
However, Kayla went silent for a moment. "Wesley, your illness is far beyond my expectations. Max has taken photos of you hurting yourself and told me that you thought he did this to you. He has already found you an asylum. I will tell someone to pick you up later."
Before I could explain, she hung up the phone.