Chapter 138 Debbie was crazy.
Patricia’s breath caught, watching the ashtray hurtling toward her. At the last moment, she swerved aside.
The ashtray whooshed by her face and crashed to the floor, shattering on impact. Seeing his attack miss, Gavin bellowed in fury, “You’ve got some nerve dodging!”
Heart still racing, Patricia caught her breath, a mixture of relief and sarcasm filled her response,
“Why shouldn’t I dodge? Why shouldn’t I? You’ve never stopped hitting me since I was a child. Why should I keep taking it?”
Gavin, with a face uglier than the devil's, approached step by step, his rage mounting with each stride as he spoke.
“Remember, I only gave you an hour! You’re late, so I burnt all your mother’s things.”
Patricia was startled at first, then noticed the fleeting look of triumph in Gavin's eyes and realized what was happening, her lips curling into a smile.
“I’m busy and have no time to waste here. If you have something to say, speak quickly or I’m leaving.” She stated indifferent to his empty threat.
Just as she finished speaking, a high-pitched scream came from the second floor. Although faint, Patricia was certain it was Debbie.
“Is that Debbie? What’s...” Before she could finish, a disheveled woman ran downstairs, clutching her head and babbling hysterically.
It was Debbie, running about the first floor wildly. "No... please spare me... Patricia, save me, I'm your sister, please let me go, I promise I won’t fight over Martin with you anymore… Uh-huh..."
“It hurts, my body hurts... Ah...” came Debbie’s screams once more.
“Don’t look at me anymore, don’t... I’m not Debbie... I’m not...”
Manda, with her eyes swollen from crying, was in hot pursuit, coaxing,
“Debbie, slow down, you’ll trip... Debbie, be careful of the steps... Debbie, wait for me, I can’t catch up... Debbie, don’t do that, those are flowers, you can’t eat them...”
At that moment, Debbie, who was usually poised and elegant, seemed like no more than a toddler learning to walk. Gavin's heart ached unbearably as he watched his daughter’s descent into madness, raising his hand in anger to slap Patricia,
“Look at what you have done, turning your sister into this! How can you be so heartless to your own family?”
The slap was unexpected; Patricia was focused on Debbie and took it squarely. Her cheek stung, her head buzzed with the taste of blood. Unsatisfied, Gavin raised his hand again but Patricia dodged this time.
“How dare you?” she cried out, holding her sore face, teary-eyed with resentment.
“Am I not your daughter as well? From the moment I stepped in, you only thought of hitting me, without even a word of concern after my wellbeing. Why? We are both your daughters, why do you favor her so much?”
The bandage still wrapped around her head went unnoticed by her father, whose eyes only had room for Debbie.
Why was it always like this? A question she had asked herself time and again since childhood—was she really Gavin's daughter? Why was there such favoritism? The slightest displeasure against her was met with lashes or scolding.
Debbie, on the other hand, was treasured and catered to for her every whim. In what way was she lesser than Debbie? She couldn’t fathom why her father disliked her so.
“You saw your sister turn out like this, and I can’t even hit you? I always knew your intentions weren’t pure, scheming and vile, but I had no idea you were capable of such malice.”
Gavin continued to use his words to vent his anger at the situation.
“Seeing Martin and I both favoring her, you used every means at your disposal to bring about her downfall. Are you satisfied now that she’s ended up like this?”
Even having never harbored hope towards her father's change, Patricia couldn’t help but burst into tears upon hearing his accusation.
“I caused this.” She shouted in disbelief at his words.
“It was her all along! For fame, she deceived Madam Thomas, promising a cure for Bobby. What was the result? Due to her lack of expertise, Bobby suffered massive bleeding post-operation. If not for me, Bobby would've died on the operating table.”
“Afterwards, she continued her recklessness despite my warnings, leading to Bobby’s passing from complications. Up till the end, she failed to accept her faults, berating and abusing Bobby’s body. She deserved today's fate for treating a six-year-old child in such a way, and if anyone treated my child similarly, I’d be much harsher and crueler than Madam Thomas was!”
Yet Gavin couldn’t seem to hear a word she had said against his precious daughter.
“She is your sister; if she made a mistake, you should’ve helped her! You could have saved Bobby from the complications, why didn’t you? When Martin went to Madam Thomas to save you, why didn't you bring her back too?” He demanded.
Patricia stood in disbelief at the sheer audacity. “Why should I clean up her mess? Even if I had the ability, I wouldn’t! It’s not my responsibility!”
The words were said in a flare of anger. If she truly had the ability, she would have never stood by while an innocent life was lost right before her. But her father’s selfish words infuriated her.
“You..." Gavin, at his wits' end, trembled with fury, and made to strike her again, but she caught his hand.
“I was innocent, that’s why Martin saved me! Debbie got what she deserved, why should Martin offend Madam Thomas for her? Who is she to Martin?” She paused, then added,
“And another thing, I am not a child anymore; I won’t let you hit and scold me as you please. If you called me back just to say these things, I’ve said all I have to say.”
With that, she shook off his hand and headed upstairs for her mother’s keepsakes, unaware of the vicious look in Debbie's eyes aimed straight at her.
Gavin watched her from behind as she ascended, with narrowing eyes as a fleeting glimpse of venomous and bone-chilling hatred flared in them.
Patricia reached the room at the end of the upstairs hallway, her old room unlocking the door. She entered the room was covered in a thick layer of dust due to years of neglect, spider webs clung to the corners.
She approached the desk, retrieved a photo frame from the drawer, and gazed at her mother's serene smile, her fingertips instinctively caressing her mother's face as tears began to well up once more.
"Mom, I know how hard your last year was. I’ll take you away from here... From now on, we’ll have no ties to the Watsons..." she said more to comfort herself then the frame.
She then took out a large suitcase from the closet and carefully packed everything inside.
Patricia had only managed to pack half of her things when the door suddenly slammed shut with force.
She looked over and saw Debbie bracing against the door, locking it from the inside with one hand as she looked down, hiding the scabbed bloodstains on her face underneath her hair.
The wounds were distorted and hideous, resembling a monstrous clown’s mask that sent chills down one’s spine.
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