A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Beryl's eyes widened, and her mouth left agape. She felt a big hammer pounding on her chest over and over again by the scene that took over in front of her. With all her strength, she struggled with her feet and stumbled towards Jack, who was lying unmoving on the concrete floor.

"Uncle Jack," Beryl called out as she cupped Jack's face with her small hands. When Jack's eyes and mouth stayed close, she screamed his name once more in fear.

Beryl started to tremble as she noticed blood, flowing out from Jack's head and other wounds from his whole body. It kept endlessly bleeding, staining his head and face as well as his clothing despite it being color black.

"No, no, no…" Beryl murmured as tears welled up in her eyes, letting them flow out as she fell onto Jack's chest. Her hands shook as she reached for Jack's neck to check for a pulse.

"I'm so, so sorry, Uncle Jack. I know now that I was wrong, and I regret letting that happen. Please, Uncle Jack, don't die. You still have a promise to keep! It's all my fault. Uncle Jack, please, wake up…"

Beryl just cried out on his chest. If only she didn't run away... If only she hadn't insisted to find Jacob by herself... Then maybe, she would not have almost collided with the car that sped towards her, and Uncle Jack would not be lying unconscious on the ground right now. He tried to save her, risking his life by knocking on death's door.

'This is all my fault.

I bring misfortune and danger wherever I go, especially to those around me.

I am really a bane, ' Beryl thought as she cried, feeling guilt and sadness.

Not long after, Beryl felt Jack completely losing consciousness. His face turned pale from all the blood that drained out. She felt his pulse weakening every moment from the tips of her fingers and his breath was getting slower and slower each second that passed.

With eyes wide open again, Beryl sat up and wiped the tears on her eyes to clear her sight. She started to panic and heaved a deep breath to calm herself down. She reached out to search in Jack's pocket for a cell phone that she could use to call the emergency number.

To her great disappointment, she found nothing in his pocket but a few coins as change. Her eyes dimmed as she slowly sank into despair. She looked around her, making her big black eyes open wide again as she her eyes caught a cell phone lying just near the roadside. It was Jack's, and it probably flew from his pocket when he tried to save the little girl.

Beryl reached for it and immediately tried to turn the phone open, but all hope was lost for Beryl when the screen wouldn't open, and the the cell phone had broke from the crash and was useless now.

The little girl lapsed into a state of despair and hopelessness. A few moments later, her hope started to fade in again when she heard footsteps coming from behind her moving closer towards them. Someone must had come to help her! She wiped her eyes just in time the person behind her stood behind and spoke, "Is he dead?"

Beryl stopped wiping her face as she immediately recognized the voice. It sounded indifferent and merciless, but still, it made her heart skip a beat. She immediately turned her head and was face to face with none other than her father, Jacob.

Beryl's eyes shone in the dark. "Daddy!" she shouted full of excitement.

ground beside Jack's still body. His

he heard right or what had happened now, the little girl rushed towards him and hugged his thigh. She looked

hands were stained by Jack's blood. He wanted to shove

to save him?" He asked in a mocking

for someone to save Uncle Jack. Her tears flowed down her cheeks as she begged, "Uncle Jack got hit by a car, and it was all, because he saved me from getting hit instead! Daddy, please, save him! I beg

strong feelings of hatred for Jack surged through Jacob's chest. Jacob scoffed and said coldly, "Ridiculous! Why would I want to save someone

believe what she just heard. She loosened her grip on Jacob and stepped back, looking at him in horror as if he was a horrible monster. She trembled as she moved away from him and muttered in disbelief, "It's... It

If it wasn't for Uncle Jack's heroic move, would I still be alive by now? Would I be the one lying lifelessly on the ground instead? Oh, what a horrible thing! If it wasn't for

him as if he was a monster,

was just driving home fast moments ago, so when he saw a child crossing the road ahead, it was too late for him to step on the brakes. The only thing he could do at that moment was to steer away quickly, so that he would

able to turn the hood away from the child. What he didn't expect, however, was

accident. He was just in

piece right now. Jacob would not hit the little girl as well. She might just be scared and traumatized, but

mercy at all. Besides, Jacob would never feel guilty about hurting Jack. It was a very foolish thing for Jack to have done, and if he didn't escape from his prison, then he would pretty much

turned to the little girl, who stared at him in fear. "You called me your father a while ago, so now, why are you standing a few steps away, afraid of me?" He eyed her carefully, and as he kept his stare, he gradually had a familiar feeling in his bones that he

recollection of her. The only thing that popped into his head was

forward and was about to pick her up. Beryl was taken aback by this gesture that she stepped back every time Jacob stepped forward. She was trembling in fear, but she swallowed that fear down, shaking her head, and said, "No, you are not my father. My father is

a little girl. It was childish and immature, so instead, he turned around and reached for his phone, dialing an emergency number. He called

gasped and finally felt hope when she heard this. She looked down at Jack's body and prayed that he could still be saved. Not long after, the police and the ambulance had arrived. The police identified that it was Jack, who escaped from prison, while the health-workers placed him in a stretcher and into

to come and deal with whatever happened here. As soon as he arrived, a poor little girl standing beside Jacob caught his eyes. His

out when

She cried out and couldn't help but run towards him and threw herself into Sam's arms. Sam crouched down to reach for her and carry her in his arms.

you get hurt?" Sam asked softly and looked for any visible wounds on Beryl with his eyes full of concern. Indeed, he got attached to this girl and so did Berly after he had taken care of

Uncle Jack… He was badly injured because of me. Please save him, Uncle Sam! I

on the back and soothed her in a soft voice, "Shh, it's okay. There's nothing to be afraid and worried about. The ambulance is already taking him

her cheeks. All that was left were dried neat lines of tears on her

They were covered with wisdom and a bit of rage. He was sure now that the little girl was the child who went to

he thought that Sam was more like her father as they

and that Jacob must be unhappy to see him comforting Beryl, so Sam immediately handed