Chapter 155


    "I only want to protect you. Trust me, Grayson Louis is no saint."


    I looked at Tyler and scoffed. "How do you expect me t o believe you? In my eyes, all of you are the


    same, you''re demons from hell."


    He sighed. "Whatever you say, then. But you have to go with me now, or they''ll destroy you."


    My mood could not get any worse. I looked at him and blurted out, "Can you just leave me alone?


    I’d rather be destroyed by them than follow you back and be destroyed by you once more. Tyler


    Schuman, it''s been so many years. Why won''t you let me go? Let''s live our own lives. Wouldn’t that


    be great? Why do you have to appear once again and want to pull me back into the days filled with


    darkness?"


    Tyler looked at me and finally spoke after a long pause, "That''s because we share the same fate.


    We were both abandoned, so only we can ignite each other’s lives."


    A sharp pain overcame my chest. It was as if someone had stabbed me, forcefully wiggled the knife


    several times, and there was blood everywhere. It was a gory sight to behold. 1


    All these years, I had been trying my best not to think back on the past. Just when I thought I had


    forgotten everything, Tyler Schuman not only reappeared in my life but he was also forcing me to


    relive everything. He was tearing open the wounds that had started healing until they were exposed


    in the open again. 1


    He was right, I was abandoned.


    I was only six months old when I was abandoned in the vige dumpster on a cold winter night. The


    one who abandoned me had no intention for me to live since I only had a thin nket around me


    when they left me on the ground and disappeared.


    Perhaps it was not my time to go yet, because among the piles of trash, a crippled woman who was


    picking up the trash witnessed everything.


    When the person who abandoned me left, she hobbled over and picked me up. This kind person


    was the mother who brought me up.


    At that time, my little face was red from the cold weather, and I was on the brink of death. It was my


    mother who carried me home and ced me by the fire for the entire night. She used the money


    she got from collecting trash to buy milk powder so she could feed me. It was my mother who


    brought me back from the depths of hell.


    The next day, I was brought to the police station. Unfortunately, there were no orphanages in the


    vige. When the vige policemen wanted to send m e to the orphanage in the city, I cried loudly


    as I clung tightly to my mother.


    It was this act that allowed my and my mother''s fate t o intertwine for 20 years.


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    She was already crippled and was relying on collecting trash to earn a living. After she adopted me,


    she disregarded her injured leg and began working at a little workshop in town so that I would have


    food to eat and warm clothes to wear. Manualbor was the only thing she could do at that time.


    Times were hard, but those days were the happiest days of my life.


    Ten years passed in a blink. As my mother worked day and night, her body could not take manual


    labor any longer.


    One year, my mother agreed to raise the workshop supplier''s illegitimate son on the condition that


    the supplier financed my studies.


    This meant that from that day onward, my mother had to take care of two abandoned children-Tyler


    Schuman and myself.


    I was ten years old that year, while Tyler was 13. When Tyler was brought back, I was happy,


    thinking that I had gotten myself a big brother.


    Little did I know, that was the beginning of my nightmare.


    I found out that Tyler''s father was already married and lived in Whaldorf City. When he came to


    work in our town, he had Tyler with a factory worker.


    Initially, Tyler was under his mother’s care and they would get financial assistance from his father.


    Everything was dandy. s, his mother passed away from an illness and his father did not dare to


    bring him to Whaldorf. Hence, he could only pay my mother to take Tyler in.


    When Tyler knew about it, he burst into a rage. He became rebellious, ruthless, and cruel. When he


    came t o our house, he deliberately destroyed everything in a n attempt to get his father''s attention.


    In the beginning, he burnt down our kitchen. Then, he poisoned our cat and dog. The supplier did


    not give much of a response and merely paid my mother to get things settled. He did not care about


    Tyler.


    Slowly, Tyler gave up hoping and became increasingly ruthless. I was the target he vented out on.


    He locked me in the cer, pushed me into a pond, brought me into the deep of the woods, ced


    poisonous snakes in my bag and on my bed...