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Alisha spoke the words as she literally held onto Mary, starting to walk despite her injured feet. She didn't look back to see Alice's enraged expression.
She didn't want to stop now, not when she had already taken steps forward. It wouldn't end well if she looked back.
Mary was shocked when Alisha practically started dragging her.
She never imagined her sweet and innocent daughter could be so protective and powerful, especially with her injured feet.
Yet, she couldn't help but feel proud that she had raised her to be this strong.
Alice could only watch as Alisha walked out of his house.
He didn't understand why he didn't stop her when he so desperately wanted to grab her, drag her into his room, and show her all the things he wanted to do with her.
His head started pounding with pain as his heart thumped, watching her walk away as if nothing else mattered.
Daisy let go of Alice's hand and stood in front of him, placing her hands on his cheeks to make him look at her. "Son, look at me. You can't force people. Just give her time; she may be scared."
"If only she were scared of me, Mom. She wouldn't be leaving like this," Alice said, tilting his head as he continued to stare at the gate from which Alisha had already vanished.
Daisy's whole body shook with fear as she saw her son tilt his head and noticed the emptiness in his eyes.
She had never seen Alice like this before, not even when his father first came to visit them after years of absence.
One girl could cause so much turmoil, and she knew Alice's silence was a sign of impending violence. The way his eyes remained fixed on the empty space where Alisha had been, and the tone of his voice, was just terrifying.
It was the biggest threat because Alice's temper was always his downfall, and he showed his anger without reservation.
Now, letting Alisha leave and looking this way, it was just scary and terrifying all at once.
"I think you shouldn't go to the office today. Sleep and rest, I'll bring your coffee to bed," Daisy said, trying to defuse the situation.
She couldn't let Alice leave in such a rage. It wouldn't be safe for anyone, not even for himself.
"You're right, Mom. I need rest," Alice replied, removing his gaze from the empty space and gently pushing his mom's hand away from his cheek.
He started walking upstairs without another word. Daisy was terrified, her heart trembling at Alice's lifeless demeanour.
She didn't know whether to pray for Alisha's well-being or for Alice's. She walked away, needing to calm herself down from the tension that was becoming unbearable.
The situation was so tangled, and nobody knew what would cause further damage or pain. But one thing was certain: the silence before the storm never brought peace to anyone.
As Alisha and Mary emerged from Alice's mansion, even the guards were taken aback. Alisha was wearing Alice's shirt, which barely covered her knees, adding to the uncertainty of the situation.
Alisha felt the cold wind chilling her legs, sending waves of pain through her feet and into her entire body. She shuddered, struggling to maintain her balance.
Mary held Alisha close, trying to provide some warmth and support. "How did you end up in this situation? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go out that night to walk, Lucky. Now look at what's happened."
Mary blamed herself entirely for the ordeal Alisha was enduring. She felt responsible for all of Alisha's pain and suffering.
If only she could turn back time, she would never have allowed Alisha to step foot outside the orphanage, let alone go for a walk with the dog.
The weight of regret hung heavy on Mary's shoulders as they walked away from Alice's mansion. She wished she could erase the events that led to Alisha's injuries and their current predicament.
Alisha, despite her pain, tried to reassure Mary. "Mother, it's not your fault. I never imagined something like this would happen."
Tears welled up in Mary's eyes as she looked at Alisha, overwhelmed by guilt and love for her daughter. "I should have protected you better," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Alisha reached out and took Mary's hand, offering comfort in return. "We'll get through this together, Mother. We always do," she said, her voice filled with determination.
"Since when did you grow up so much? You make me feel so helpless," Mary said, her voice filled with sadness.
In just a few days, Alisha's bubbly demeanour had been completely erased, claimed by a man who had caused her such harm.
Mary understood just how unique and precious Alisha was, and she couldn't fathom how her daughter had endured so much at such a young age. It was a burden that even the strongest person would struggle to bear.
"I'm still your same Alisha, Mother. Things will go back to normal. We don't need to worry too much about this," Alisha reassured her, trying to ease her mother's concerns.
Mary nodded silently as they hailed a taxi to take them back to the orphanage.
Alisha let out a heavy sigh, trying to steady her nerves with deep breaths. She couldn't believe she had managed to stand her ground in front of Alice.
The fear and pain weighed heavily on her, flooding her mind with memories she wished she could forget. She never imagined she would be kidnapped, and now that it had happened, she feared those memories would haunt her forever.
With her intelligence, Alisha struggled to comprehend how such a thing could happen to her. She had always been kind-hearted, even to animals and insects, yet still, this tragedy had befallen her.
She had always been a "low IQ" kid, but her EQ was great. She had always been empathetic towards everyone.
Now, however, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a mistake, and that was why she was being punished like this. The weight of guilt and self-blame bore down on her, overwhelming her with a sense of regret and anguish.
'Leave it. It's not worth it.'
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