A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

No matter how much she hated Beryl, she was now powerless. All she could do was watch the blood spill from her veins. Soon she fainted from blood-loss.

Transfixed, Beryl stood staring at her still form for several seconds. Finally she dropped the knife from nerveless fingers. Tears burst from her eyes.

"Good bye," she said in a low emotionless voice.

Running from the apartment like a stray cat, was the only option open to her now.

Right after Beryl's departure a team of paramedics arrived at the apartment door.

"Hello! Is anyone home? We received an emergency call from a little girl that someone has been injured here. Hello? Can anyone hear us?" The senior medical technician called at the door. There was no answer. "Maybe the victim is unconscious. Perhaps the person lost too much blood already. Hello? We're coming to help," The man turned to the junior technician and ordered, "Break the door down."

"Bang!" The burly men shouldered the door off of its hinges. They found Yilia lying on the floor in a pool of blood. "This requires more than a simple first-aid. Prepare her for transport! Contact the hospital and advise them that we have a serious emergency coming in," the team leader said.

Meanwhile, Beryl was hiding in the bushy verge outside the building. She watched the ambulance's flashing lights with some anxiety. In the darkness she shivered from more than just the cold. Looking up, she stared at the lights in Yilia's windows. She could see the shadows of the rescue workers play against the ceiling. Hopefully she thought, 'The doctors should be able to rescue her. They're in there right now, helping her.'

Minutes later, the men in their bright medical over-alls appeared at the door. They were pushing Yilia on a gurney and loaded her into the back of the waiting ambulance. They took off at speed and headed towards the hospital with sirens screaming.

Finally, Beryl felt relieved.

Truthfully, she hadn't wanted to kill Yilia. She had only wanted to teach her a lesson for what she had done. So, she had made a call to the emergency service before cutting her wrist.

She had learned in her troubled past exactly how long to make the incision. And knew how to control the loss of blood so that Yilia would not loose too much blood and die.

Instinctively, she knew that it was a terrible and most unnatural thing which she knew. A five-year-old should not know such a cruel method for torturing people!

This was all thanks to Tina, who had instilled these skills in her. The past had been so deeply burned into her self-hood, that despite having recovered from her mental disorders, she still remembered everything her dark torturer had taught her.

Wounds healed with time, but scars were eternal.

might never forget what Tina had done to her, nor

that he doesn't

and left a scar that hurt her

father could have said those words and she found it

out the truth! I need to ask him face

gloom faded from her eyes and her jaw took on a firm set, as she

...

knew that Jacob was not in a good mood. "Mr. Jacob, I heard that a woman and

at Sam, his face betraying no emotions at all, "Yes, I didn't see them. I don't have time for liars. I believe that security had to drag them from

I was returning. That girl really did look like Miss

felt upon his tongue as he repeated it. Searching his memory, he

and asked, "Mr. Jacob, don't you want to get Miss Beryl

in a cold voice, "I don't remember having

and knew that he had shared her bed. 'But who gave her permission to carry his child?'

daughter. Her mother is Emily. You two love..."

up! That's enough!" With a face like a thundercloud, Jacob cut Sam off, "I will have the truth. I want you to go find that girl and conduct a DNA test to

something, but he finally chose to

and due to inattentiveness, knocked over a tea-cup. His face was white as a sheet and it felt like a drill

Damn it!' He could not help having that name echoed

Now, however, he felt anxious

the pieces of information

on earth is this woman?'

fist, he punched the conference table

he seemed to hear a sinister, yet persuasive voice whispering over and over again, "Emily is just a woman, and she brought you nothing but pain and suffering. She is not worth remembering. Forget about her

also another faint voice begging him, "You will regret if you really forget her. Do not make that

with malice, and he felt a