Bradyn shoved me into the car with a rough push. As the car moved forward, the hell I'd been trapped in for two months faded further and further away, until it finally disappeared.
"It's been two months. You should have learned your lesson by now. If it weren't for you, Kelsie wouldn't have lost the baby! Even though the security footage showed you didn't push her, it's still because of your argument that she tripped."
He stretched out his legs, making the car feel cramped.
"Our parents are back from overseas, so you'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, once they leave again..."
Bradyn glanced at me sideways with a ruthless smile, his tone carrying a cruel, unquestionable authority.
I was terrified, frozen stiff, but I clung tightly to the lucky charm in my hand. It had been my sole source of courage for the past two months.
The lucky charm was now so distorted from my grip, much like my love for him since childhood.
Like a doll, I placed my hands neatly on my knees and stared straight ahead without uttering a word.
In the mental hospital, they didn't allow me to speak. Even the smallest noise would be met with punishment.