Celine rolled her eyes. “Don’t believe him, Argus! I saw his father taking a walk at the hospital two days ago. How could he have died so suddenly?”
I looked at Argus, desperate, panicked. Did he believe her? Could he even imagine what I’d lost?
Argus’s expression froze for a moment, guilt flickering across his eyes. But then it vanished. Cold replaced it. He turned to the nurses. “Take her away. Put her in the mental hospital. And give her special care. Make sure she learns her lesson.”
I wanted to scream, to fight, to explain, but my body felt empty. My father was gone, Celine had won, and Argus… he didn’t even hesitate.
…
On my first day in the mental hospital, I broke a window trying to run. They caught me fast and beat me until I could barely stand.
Next day, they strapped me to an operating table and took one of my kidneys. No anesthesia. I couldn’t even scream properly.