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."