I looked around the house that used to be so familiar to me and felt at loss.
Finally, I stopped at the door of Ryan's room and couldn't help holding my tears anymore.
Kayla somehow came behind me and handed me a tissue.
"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.