After Being Abused to Death by My Family
To treat my sister Morgan Easterlin's illness, my parents forced me to extort money.
They grabbed my hair and shoved me hard onto the road.
A car sped towards me, and I lost both legs.
But they were overjoyed, having received a huge compensation.
Later, they pushed me onto the rooftop and exploited the sympathy of netizens during a livestream to make ten million dollars.
I couldn't bear it and leapt off the rooftop, blood splattering everywhere.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was shoved onto the road.
This time, I grabbed Morgan's arm. "Want money? Use your own legs to trade!"
*****
The wind on the rooftop howled past my ears as I sat in the wheelchair, pushed to the edge.
Countless comments flooded the livestream chat.
[Please don't commit suicide, no matter what, never give up hope for life!]
[Yeah, come down quickly!]
[Don't you all find it strange? Livestreaming a jump, this is obviously a scammer!]
[Clearly a scammer! Cheaters won't end well!]
Malicious words flooded in.
I opened my mouth to explain, but no sound came out.
My tongue had already been cut off.
I turned my head to look at my mom, Claire Easterlin.
Her clothes were disheveled, and she cried with red, swollen eyes, "My daughter is so unfortunate!"
"She already lost her legs, and now she's depressed and suicidal. Please, everyone, help us!"
My hands trembled on the wheelchair, and a cunning malice flashed in Claire's eyes.
She whispered, "It's already ten million dollars."
Tears streamed down my cheeks; my family caused my legs to be disabled and my tongue to be cut.
Now, they even want to use me to scam money!
I glared at Claire fiercely and used all my remaining strength to push the wheelchair away.
I refuse to be their accomplice! If I could do it all over again, I'd make sure they go to hell!
When I opened my eyes again, my father, Brian Easterlin, slapped me.
My cheek hurt, and I felt dizzy, unable to figure out what was going on.
Brian's voice rang in my ear. "Didn't you hear me tell you to go over there obediently?
"If you dare resist again, I'll beat you to death!"
I forced my eyes open. Two people stood nearbyClaire watched coldly, and Morgan looked impatient.
Beside me was the rushing traffic, and Morgan impatiently gave me a shove.
She said, "Natalie, just bear with it. Once the plan succeeds, our family will have money."
I turned to look at her and, sure enough, saw the malice and disdain in her eyes.
Claire saw the black car approaching from afar, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed my sleeve. "This time it's a rich person!"
I felt the force behind me, knowing that car wouldn't slow down.
In my past life, I was pushed onto the road, and the black car hit me.
My legs were disabled, and my family received five million dollars in compensation, beaming with joy.
This time, I grabbed Morgan's arm and forcefully pushed her onto the road first.
I said, "Want money? Use your own legs to trade!"
The sound of a car hitting a person rang out.
Morgan let out a scream as her body was hit and flung away.
Bright red blood stained the road.
"Morgan!" Claire's eyes widened as she dashed forward like crazy.
Brian was also stunned and hurriedly called an ambulance.
He turned to me. "Natalie! You vile woman! She's your own sister!"
He looked at me as if I were his enemy.
I sneered. "So I deserve to die?"
The street was in chaos. I scoffed and turned to leave.
In my previous life, after I was hit by a car, they didn't call an ambulance first but bargained with the driver at fault.
After they successfully got five million dollars in compensation, I was finally taken to the hospital.
Missing the best treatment time, I had both legs amputated and was disabled for life.
In this life, the person hit by the car is Morgan.
She was sent to the hospital immediately. I don't know if her legs will be healed.
However, she has always dreamed of dancing on a big stage since she was a child.
This dream is no longer possible for her.
I went back home and started packing.
Cold water flowed through my fingertips, and the reflection in the mirror showed sharp features, vastly different from my past life.
I pulled out a cold smile.
In this life, destiny must be in my own hands.
Not only that, but I will make them pay!
After packing my luggage, I picked up the suitcase and was about to leave when my phone suddenly rang.
"Natalie! You crazy woman! Get to the hospital right now!"
On the other end of the call were Brian's curses and Claire's sobbing.
I let out a cold laugh and said, "Why should I?"
Brian choked, as if he couldn't believe I would say such a thing.
He shouted angrily, "What the hell is wrong with you! Get to the hospital now! If you're a second late, I'll break your legs!"
After saying that, he hastily hung up the phone.
I stared at the call log on my phone, expressionless, and blocked his number.
In my previous life, I was sent to the hospital, and no one took care of me.
Even the hospital bills were paid by the driver at fault; they didn't contribute a single cent.
Now, they want me to go to the hospital as a free nanny?
Impossible!
I pushed open my parents' bedroom door and walked straight to the safe.
In my previous life, this safe was strictly guarded by them, hiding who knows what shady stuff inside.
The safe was locked with a password, and I didnt know the code.
After thinking for a moment, I decided to buy two cameras, one for the living room and one for the bedroom, both placed in hidden corners.
This time, Im determined to uncover all their secrets.
I returned to school, put away my luggage, and decided I could never go back to that home.
At the same time, I registered a Twitter account online.
In my past life, I was disabled with both legs and had my tongue cut out, completely reduced to a useless person, barely surviving through painting.
Im quite talented in painting and quickly gained a lot of followers.
In this life, I enjoy the thrill of being the butcher rather than the lamb to be slaughtered.
My phone rang again.
Claire's tone was laced with anger. "Natalie, if you don't come to the hospital, we'll sue you!"
I thought, "Sue me?
What a joke.
How could parents sue their own daughter?"
A trace of mockery flashed in my eyes.
Morgan gets endless love from the whole family, while I endure insults, beatings, and indifference.
Suddenly, I thought of a possibility.
From their vastly different attitudes toward me and Morgan, it would all make sense if I weren't their biological child.
The phone kept echoing with endless scolding. "Natalie! Don't be so arrogant! Does seeing Morgan mean it will cost you your life?"
My expression changed, and I replied casually, "Yeah, what if you want to kill me?"
Claire seemed shocked and choked for a moment.
I looked down at my crimson nails and slowly said, "You want to sue me? Take it to court?"
"Do you really think those shady things you did can stay hidden?"
My tone was soft, but there wasn't a trace of a smile on my face.
Claire's breath suddenly hitched for a moment.
Her voice started trembling. "What do you mean? What shady things? Let me tell you, Natalie, you are my..."
I couldn't be bothered to listen to her nonsense and simply hung up the phone.
Her intense reaction said it all. I frowned and tightened my grip on the phone.
A few days later, Claire finally lost her composure and called again.
I calmly looked at the four missed calls on my phone. When the ringtone sounded again, I answered at the very last second.
On the other end of the line, Claire was breathing heavily, clearly struggling to hold back.
She switched to a sickly sweet tone. "Natalie, Morgan misses you. I was wrong last time, spoke too harshly. Please forgive me."
She held back her anger but still had to humble herself to me, which made me chuckle inside.
But I knew she wouldn't keep up this facade for long.
Sure enough, the next second, she said, "Besides, what you said last time was too harsh. What do you mean by something shameful? We're family, you know. I love you the most."
When she said the word "love," her tone trembled slightly, probably because even she found it disgusting.
I didn't respond.
Finally, Claire couldn't hold it in. "Natalie, you have to come, Morgan..."
I lightly tapped my fingertip and hung up the phone again.
It's been half a month since Morgan's car accident.
During this half month, Claire called every day on time, as if wary of the leverage I held.
Even though she hated me to the core, she no longer dared to curse me like before, only urging me repeatedly to go to the hospital.
That day after school, as soon as I walked out of the teaching building, I sensed something was off. Ahead, there was a crowd, and the passersby looked at me with disdain and contempt.
I stopped in my tracks, standing beside my good friend, Emma Pearson.
She asked, "Natalie? What's wrong?"
I shook my head, my heart sinking, but still kept a smile. "Emma, you go ahead. I just remembered I have something to do."
Emma has always been kind to me. In my previous life, after I became disabled, she wanted to take care of me but was blocked at the door by my so-called parents.
At this moment, she seemed to sense the malicious gazes around, but she ignored them and even held my hand in front of everyone.
She said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back."
I watched her figure fade into the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped toward the center of the crowd.
The moment my gaze met Claire's, she seemed to grasp a lifeline, and a sudden madness and ferocity ignited in her eyes.
She suddenly rushed forward, gripping my sleeve tightly.
She shouted, "Natalie, go see your sister! She misses you a lot!"
The classmates around started whispering.
Claire continued, "How long has it been since you went home? I apologize to you. For my sake, don't make it hard for me."
I almost burst out laughing.
She spoke sincerely, but the grip on my arm was so tight it would definitely leave bruises.
I said, "Sister? What sister? Are you talking about the one who tried to push me in front of a car?"
Claire's face twisted for a moment. She almost burst out cursing but held back after glancing at the crowd around her.
She said, "Morgan is still young, she didn't mean it, and besides, you're fine now, aren't you?"
Her tone grew increasingly sarcastic.
I shook off her hand in disgust. "Don't get so close, it's gross."
"You want me to go to the hospital? Fine, just don't regret it."
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