His eyes suddenly turned extremely vicious and he merely gave me a cold glance at my plea. "An accident? A one percent chance and you call it an accident? Do you think I believe that? You're just jealous that Karen plays better than you. So, you staged an accident for her, making sure she can never play the violin again. The stage that rightfully belonged to her was stolen by you. You destroyed her dream. What gives you the right to do this to her?"
As he spoke, he swung a golf club down at me, nearly numbing my arm. The bone in my arm made a cracking sound, clearly separating from the flesh. It was probably broken.
Facing the prospect of losing my beloved violin, I continued to beg him, "I really didn't do it on purpose, please believe me. I can't live without the violin. Tomorrow is my final competition, I'm begging you to let me go."
Overwhelmed by the fear of losing something I loved dearly, tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Competition? You're still thinking about the competition?" Axel's face twisted with rage. His contorted expression made me tremble uncontrollably. Like a heartless machine, Axel continued to smash my arm, blow after blow.