I turned my head, looking at him through blurry vision. “Argus…” My voice shook. “Even if I didn’t say anything… I would’ve given blood for Grandpa. You didn’t have to do this. You didn’t have to tie me up like this…”
My throat tightened.
“But I didn’t push him,” I said, forcing the words out. “I swear I didn’t. You can’t just decide that and treat me like this. You can’t take what little dignity I have left.”
He let out a cold laugh.
“Still lying?” his eyes was full of disgust. “Grandpa treated you so well, and this is how you repay him? Dahlia, you really have no bottom line.”
“I didn’t—”
“Enough,” he cut me off sharply. “You better pray he survives. Because if anything happens to him, I’ll make you pay for it. In blood.”
In blood.
The words echoed in my head.Anger. Pain. Fear. Something broke inside me, quietly and completely.
I could feel it… my blood leaving my body, little by little. My fingers turned cold, my vision dimming at the edges.
Was this how it felt? When you had no way out? When no one believed you? A tear slipped down the side of my face.
Dad…
Did it hurt like this when you were lying there alone? When you needed help and no one came?