Chapter 1807


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    Preslie was called home.


    Just as a stray dog was called.


    After pping Amelia that day, she''d rushed out the house without any further thought.


    When she arrived at some strange deserted ce, she''d stopped and stared at her palms for an interminable amount of time.


    She couldn''t understand where her sudden surge of boldness hade from.


    That she would have the guts to hit Amelia.


    She had been teased, bullied, andughed at by Amelia ever since she was young and not once had she dared to fight back.


    This time, however, she''d found her courage and stood up to Amelia.


    Later on, Preslie went to Selina''s house only to find out that she wasn''t home.


    Preslie didn''t dare to go home so she found a motel and stayed there for a few nights. However, her parents found her eventually and drove her home.


    Once they''d reached home, she immediately received an earful from her parents.


    "Preslie Fernandez, how dare you p Amelia? She''s your sister! How could you be so rude as to hit her?"


    "Raising a dog would be better than raising you. How dare you hit your sister!"


    "If you ruined your gorgeous sister''s face, I''ll have to make you pay for it. Your sister needs to use her beauty to marry into a rich family. She''s our precious treasure, you absolutely cannoty a hand on her!"


    Amelia felt ted listening to her parents teaching Preslie a lesson.


    She said, "Mom, Dad, Preslie''s just jealous that I''m more beautiful than her, that''s why she pped me! She just wants me to be disfigured!" Her mother immediatelyforted Amelia. "Amelia, don''t argue with your sister. She''s ugly and fat, it''s normal for her to be jealous. But I never thought she''d p you. She''s utterly heartless."


    Amelia replied, "Mom, she must have wanted to do this for a long time, she just didn''t have the guts to do it before. Now that she has a rich friend and almost became the only bridesmaid at the wedding, she became brave enough to do what she always wanted to do, but..." Amelia paused and then she let out a sigh.


    Amelia initially wanted to say that Preslie''s rich friend was dead too and that Preslie had no one with her anymore. But when Amelia recalled the deathly re Preslie had given her when she brought it up thest time, Amelia stopped herself.


    Hearing Amelia''s words, Celine was angrier.


    She pointed to Preslie and said, "You wicked girl, how could you have such a rotten heart? You''ve wanted to hit your sister all this time. How did I never see how evil you were all along? I suppose what they say is true, ugly on the outside, ugly on the inside."


    Preslie''s heart stung as she listened to her mom scolding her.


    Ugly on the outside, ugly on the inside.


    Wicked girl.


    Were these words someone used to describe their own daughter?


    How could her parents be so biased? She and Amelia were both their blood rted daughters.


    The only difference between them was that she''d been chubby since she was a child. It wasn''t her fault. She didn''t ask to be born this way. Did her parents just hate her so much?


    Preslie sniffled.


    She said nothing.


    She had been bullied and mistreated this way since she was a child. Years of abuse had made her a coward who refused to rebel.


    She just stood there listening to her parents and Amelia''s scolding until Amelia came up to her.


    Amelia''s eyes were malicious. "Preslie, since you pped me, I want you to have a taste of your own medicine, tenfold."


    A look of shock shed across Preslie''s eyes.


    She thought Amelia would let it go after berating her for so long, but she did not expect her sister to want to hit her back. Before she could speak, Amelia pped her.


    Amelia was brutal and Preslie''s face immediately turned red.


    Pain.


    The pain was unbearable.


    Preslie covered her face. "I gave you a p, and so did you. We''re even now."


    Amelia snorted coldly.


    How could she just let Preslie win so easily?


    That would never happen!


    Amelia stared at her and said, "There are still nine ps. Just look forward to it!"


    Preslie trembled.


    Amelia''s p was so painful, she could not imagine what the next nine ps would be like...


    Amelia was harsh with her ps.


    When she was done with the rest of the nine ps, her face would probably be ruined.


    Preslie was not stupid.


    She knew that she could not fight Amelia here.


    Preslie wanted to run.


    She knew that her parents would not help her, so she had to run away from her house.


    However, before she ran out, her parents stopped her.


    Celia said, "Preslie, just let your sister hit you and everything will be resolved."


    Looking around, she felt a sense of destion.


    She knew that Amelia wanted to


    beat her up and her parents would not care. But she had never imagined that her parents would stop her from using basic self defense.


    Preslie cried out, "Mom, don''t you see? She wants to kill me, not hit me!"Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Her mother couldn''t care less.


    She said, "Since you pped your sister, it''s only fair that she hits you back."


    Preslie''s father interrupted her as well. "That''s right. Since you pped your sister, it''s only right that you get something in return! Giving you ten ps is nothing!"


    Looking at her parents, Preslie suddenly felt like she was falling.


    She''d always known that her parents were biased.


    But it wasn''t until today that she knew not only did they have a ring preference, they even hated her!


    Right then, Amelia pped her.


    The second p.


    It was just as heavy as the first.


    Preslie stood still.


    p! p! p!


    The impact came one after another and blood oozed out of the corners of her mouth.


    Pointing at Preslie, Amelia said,


    "Preslie, that ends it. If you dare to


    do anything else to me in the


    ure,


    I won''t let you off as easily as I''m doing right now."


    A drop of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.


    Drip!


    Blood began to gush out from the corner of


    Preslie''s lips.


    Her parents, however, surrounded Amelia.


    "Amelia, does your hand hurt? Let your mother massage your hands."


    "Amelia, you''re too kind. You only pped her ten times..."


    Somehow, Preslie felt cold. She felt as if an icy wind was howling at her, leaving her out of breath with the sharp coldness surrounding her.


    Looking at her parents and Amelia in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was a stranger.


    She had been in this house for so many years.


    Only now did she truly realize.


    She was merely an outsider.


    Why was she so stupid to continue living in this house?


    She didn''t want to stay here.


    She wanted to leave. She should have left long ago. This was not the home she wanted to stay in.


    With that notion, Preslie opened the door and ran out.


    Yesseca followed Tremaine to Nashnd.


    The moment Yesseca reached Quartley Pce, everyone was shocked to see her arrival, except Montez who had yet toe back from school.