I sent a message to tell her about what that scumbag did to me.
Still, there was no response from Kayla.
I knew I had lost my last chance; Kayla wouldn't believe me.
Max would always win by striking first.
At that moment, my heart and body were all shattered.
I cooperated, packed my things, and walked into the asylum.
I didn't see my sister show up even though the gate of this horrible place was shut.
-4
Back home, I finally chose the room farthest away from Kayla's.
She probably didn't want to see me.
In the past, she arranged my room the closest to hers on purpose.
She said, "I will never leave you alone."
She said, "You're my favorite, Wesley."
She said, "I won't let anyone bully you, Wesley."
But now, she abandoned me, hated me, and left me with those scumbags for fun.
The doorbell brought me back to my senses.
Kayla went to open the door.
It was Max who brought some food here.
"Kayla, to celebrate Wesley's discharge from the hospital, I will cook for him myself today."
At the dinner table, faced with all the dishes that were too spicy for me, I didn't eat at all.
Kayla looked sympathetic to me when I had no idea what to eat.
Then, she stuffed a spicy taco into my plate indifferently.
I put it back on her plate.
I used to like spicy food the most, and so did Kayla.
When we were kids, we always competed on who could eat the spiciest food but always screamed because of the hell-like taste. However, never did we surrender first.
During my year in the asylum, I didn't eat a single normal meal.
Dead rats, cockroaches, needles and shards of glass could often appear in my food.
I no longer dared to eat the food they sent me.
In order to prevent me from dying, Ethan would often stuff the rotten food into my throat and inject me with a nutrient solution.
But he also completely destroyed my stomach, and I could only drink soup.
Kayla looked incredulous and irritated. "Eat it, or get out of my house!"
Max smiled and tried to ease the vibe. Then, he brought that spicy taco back to my plate and gave me some more spicy food.
"Wesley, Kayla is your sister. Try to be more mature and stop being so mad at her, okay? These are your favorite foods. Kayla told me to buy them for you. Give them a try!"
I saw the fork licked by him stirring in the dishes and my plate and couldn't help feeling nauseous and started to vomit.