My brother stormed over. “Why are you here? Useless fools! You can’t even handle one girl! You did this on purpose to ruin us, didn’t you? Want to be on the front page? Want fame that badly?”
My mother rushed over, worried. “Katherine, what happened? Is that blood on your dress?”
“It’s my blood. Emily’s people beat me half to death and I barely escaped.”
My father slapped me, blood spilling from my mouth. “Shameless girl! You just can’t stand your sister!”
My mother held my hand. “Katherine, did you say Emily’s people beat you?”
My brother pulled her back. “No way. That’s just paint. She’s putting on a show for the media!”
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out. I stumbled and fell, my broken leg exposed for all to see. Everyone was shocked.
My calf bone had pierced my skin, yet I still stood on the broken leg. Something no normal person could do. Luckily, the system activated pain defense, so I didn’t feel any pain.
My mother covered her mouth, crying. “Katherine, how did you get hurt so badly?”
My father’s eyes showed pain. “Why would you do this to yourself?”
Even my brother, who’d just yelled at me, was stunned into silence.