Bran mmed the car door with a curse, his frustration boiling over. “Stay in the damn car, don’te
out.”
The crowd was a cacophony of chaos; the Langleys were at it again, raising hell. Poor Eric was
outnumbered, and a few opportunists made a break for it, wing at my car doors, demanding
answers.
I was trapped inside, the doors shaking violently under their grip.
It was like a scene from a horror flick, these people wing and pounding, ready to rip me to shreds.
Trapped, I was surrounded by fists and faces pressed against the windows.
Their curses and interrogations sent my mind spiraling into an abyss.
I felt like I was suffocating, struggling to breathe…
Slowly, the outside noise began to fade, and all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart and the
shallow breaths I managed to take.
*Crash!”
Suddenly, someone deliberately smashed the window, and shards of ss danced across my cheek. I
felt hands grabbing at me.
The metallic smell of blood spread through my nostrils…
“Phoebe, run… don’t worry about me.”
“Phoebe! Get out!”
“Bark! Bark!”
The barking of dogs, the cacophony of shouts and curses.
“Phoebe, you’ve been very naughty… You hit too hard; everyone’s got someone they care about. How
does it feel to watch what you love die before your eyes?”
“You, child,ck empathy, can’t feel others‘ pain, and that’s not right.”
“You like your dog Howler, don’t you? Kill it. Phoebe, kill it and feel the pain of a normal person.”
“Phoebe! What’s it like to see your beloved dog die in front of you?”
“Don’t touch me, get off me, go away!”
Suddenly, my breathing halted, and the raucous sounds around me fell silent.
When I came to, I was standing outside the car, my hands soaked in blood.
Someone must have pulled me out.
Was I hurt? No.
The blood on my face, body, and hands wasn’t mine.
The crowd was silent, staring at me in shock.
Only then did I see clearly a man lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood.
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That son inw… the loudest one, the one who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to harm my
unborn
child.
“Phoebel” Dexter knocked a man t with a punch, his breaths short and panicked as he looked at me.
“Murder!” The silence exploded into pandemonium, the aunt’s daughter screaming at the top of her
lungs, using me of killing a man.
Eric and Bran pushed past the crowd and ran towards me.
“Where did that knifee from…” My heart raced as I asked, bewildered.
“It was his knife; he was going to stab you in themotion…” Dexter gripped my shoulders, his voice
shaking. “But Phoebe…”
“You’re brutal! You’re a devil; you stabbed him over and over!” The aunt’s daughter was wailing, and
someone had already dialed 911.
“That man wanted to kill you.” A blogger who was livestreaming the whole event spoke up. “I saw it. He
dragged you from the car, trying to stab you amid the confusion, but you wrestled the knife from him
and turned it on him!”
“Yeah, he was the one who tried to kill you first.”
Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
People stood up to vouch for me. I looked at the crowd, bewildered.
These media folks… I began to suspect, were they Colin and Eric’s nts?
Otherwise, how could they possibly take my side?
*Phoebe…e with me, I’ll protect you.” Dexter’s voice was tense. “Even if it was self–defense, it
went
too far.”
I could tell Dexter was scared; he thought I’d been too harsh.
The other guy just wanted to stab me once, but I’d taken the knife and stabbed him multiple times.
“I’m going to sue you; I’ll see you behind bars, you devil! You’re too cruel! You must pay with your life!”
The aunt and her daughter, along with their rtives, wailed on the ground as if the man on the ground
was already dead.
I stared at the man still twitching on the ground, his body a canvas of blood, and spoke firmly, “He’s not
dead yet.”