I was stabbed three times in the stomach. And my boyfriend? He was busy protecting his ex-girlfriend. This police academy student, who claims to serve and protect the citizens, decided his ex was more important than me. I was stabbed three times in the stomach. And my boyfriend? He was busy protecting his ex-girlfriend. This police academy student, who claims to serve and protect the citizens, decided his ex was more important than me. So, I found someone who would prioritize me. But that person? He’s now on his knees, swearing he’s done nothing wrong. I flipped him off. “Yeah, you did nothing wrong. You and your trashy ex-girlfriend can keep playing your little game. To hell with you both!” “Claire, I had nowhere else to go,” Chloe Daniels said with her fake little voice. “Jason said he’d take me out to clear my head. I didn’t mean to intrude on you guys. I’m really sorry.” Jason Foster arrived 30 minutes late, dragging this piece of work along with him. I smiled at Jason and asked, “Jason, do you remember what you said yesterday? Do you even know what’s going on in that head of yours?” Jason’s face changed. He grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t be unreasonable. Whatever happened with her before, it’s over. Besides, she’s just the neighbor’s little sister. I had to look out for her. It’s only right.” “Little sister? The kind of sister you share a bed with? How many times have you ditched me for her?” “There were reasons! Stop making this a thing!” I pulled my hand back and wiped it with a tissue. “This is the last time.” After today, we’re done. I’ve been holding on so long I’m about to turn into a ninja turtle from all the restraint. But Jason thought I was giving in again. Excitedly, he called Chloe over and took her bag, completely ignoring mine. “Ryan,” Chloe chirped, “buy this lady in the white dress a flower. You’ve gotta keep your girlfriend happy!”
Meanwhile, I was standing there in my black pants like a total joke, watching Jason fawn all over Chloe as if she were his pregnant wife. “She’s not my girlfriend,” Jason said nervously. “That’s my girlfriend.” He gestured toward me, finally acknowledging I existed. “Oh, silly me! I’m his little sister,” Chloe giggled. The little girl standing nearby glanced between me, Jason, and Chloe and then muttered, “So weird… Some people are just meant to end up alone.”
“Don’t move!” I felt the sharp tip of a knife pressing against my side. My brain froze, wrapped in a cold, terrifying panic. I stiffened, desperately looking toward Jason, hoping he would help. But no. Chloe was also being held hostage, and Jason rushed over to save her, getting into a fight with the attacker. “Jason! Jason!” I screamed. “Claire, wait! I’ll save you in just a second!” I laughed bitterly. I’ve never wanted someone to tell me to wait or just hang on. “Didn’t I tell you not to move, you stupid bitch?!” “You all look down on me, don’t you? None of you ever listen!” The attacker’s mood shifted, and I froze, hoping the emergency call I managed to make while screaming Jason’s name would work. But it was clear Chloe had no interest in me surviving this. She screamed, “Claire, don’t call the cops! If they come, someone’s going to get hurt! I don’t want to die!” Jason heard her and immediately turned toward me, eyes red with anger. He didn’t say a word but went back to fighting off the guy who was holding Chloe. At that moment, the attacker behind me snapped. The knife was suddenly in front of me, stabbing me three times, his hand clamping over my mouth to keep me from making a sound. I crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll, bleeding out, unable to scream. Jason was so busy protecting Chloe, and that’s when it hit me—Chloe didn’t want me to call the cops because she knew she’d be fine. She had someone protecting her. Not me. When I could call for help, even with my boyfriend right there, all I got was “just wait.”
I heard the sirens approaching. Jason was standing there like some hero, holding Chloe in his arms, accepting everyone’s praise. Then a man stepped out of one of the police cars and, without missing a beat, punched Jason square in the face. It was my brother—Ryan Mason. “Jason, what the hell are you doing? Why are you holding your ex-girlfriend? Are you kidding me?” “Where’s Claire? Don’t tell me you’ve spent all this time protecting your ex!” The murmurs around us made Jason’s face turn ghostly white as if he’d only just remembered I existed. “It’s not what it looks like,” Jason stammered. “I told her to wait—I was going to save her too!” Just then, the little girl pointed at me and screamed, “That lady’s bleeding so much! So much blood!” In that instant, Jason looked at me with disbelief and regret on his face. I turned to Ryan, “Ryan… it hurts so much.” “Ryan, please… help me!” His eyes filled with tears, and the paramedics rushed forward, lifting me onto a stretcher. But the moment they moved me, I started bleeding even more. Ryan clenched his fists and carefully lifted me himself onto the stretcher. As I cried, I whispered to him, “It hurts so bad…” Ryan’s eyes narrowed as he turned and punched Jason in the gut. Chloe timidly stepped forward to try to stop him, but Ryan slapped her across the face. “I don’t hit women, but I’ll make an exception for a homewrecker. What the hell were you taught at home, seducing someone else’s boyfriend?” Jason clutched his stomach but still shielded Chloe. “Ryan, don’t drag her into this.” “Don’t call me Ryan! You brought your ex-girlfriend to meet up with my sister, got her caught in this attack, and now she’s bleeding all over the place? Where the hell is your conscience?” Jason gasped, shaking his head. “No, Claire’s my girlfriend! I’m a future cop—I have to protect the citizens first.” “I did nothing wrong, Ryan. Isn’t it my duty to protect the citizens first?” Ryan, about to jump into the ambulance, scoffed, “Citizens? There are plenty of people here. Why is your ex the only one you’re protecting? Your girlfriend’s the unluckiest person on earth.” Around us, the injured and shocked onlookers started muttering, their eyes red, staring daggers at Jason. “Trash!” someone yelled. The only one capable of fighting off the attacker, and he only protected his ex. He didn’t even want to call the cops because he was worried Chloe might get hurt. What a joke.
I woke up two days later. Ryan and my parents sat by my bedside, looking like they’d just come from the police station. “Mom… Dad… Ryan…” I croaked. Ryan was the first to react, gripping my hand with red-rimmed eyes. “Claire, thank God you’re awake. We were so worried.” “You know, what did you ever see in that Jason guy? If I hadn’t shown up, you might not have made it.” Mom nudged him, and Ryan immediately shut his mouth. “Claire, you really scared us this time. Seeing you lying there in that pool of blood…” I held my mom’s hand, just like when I was little, and she’d comfort me to sleep. “I hate him so much. Jason… he’s a piece of trash who put me through hell.” “Ryan, did you know that when the knife was pressed against my back, I called out for him? And all he said was, ‘just wait.’” “Chloe told me not to call the cops, and when the attacker realized I had, he stabbed me three times.” Ryan kept his head down, fiddling with his shirt buttons, refusing to look me in the eye. “That idiot’s outside. I stopped him from getting in. Do you want to see him?” I shook my head. Staring at the corner of the doorway, I said quietly, “I hate him. These three scars are enough to remind me of him forever.”
Chloe Daniels showed up while my family was at work and I was recovering. She hadn’t suffered a single injury and had the nerve to show up wearing bright orange lipstick. “Thanks for taking those three stabs for me,” she said, smiling. “Otherwise, I might’ve gotten hurt. Really appreciate it.” “But, Claire, don’t you get it yet? Jason has always loved me. He was only with you because he was lonely.” “Third parties are the ones who aren’t loved. He’ll always choose me over you. All it takes is one phone call, and he’ll come running. Isn’t that right?” Yeah, ever since Chloe came back, Jason had stood me up five times. Every single date, Chloe was always there. I was never his first choice. It made me sick. I remember when Jason met my parents for dinner. Everything was perfect until he got a phone call, then without saying a word, he just got up and left the table. I heard Chloe on the phone saying she’d cut her hand, and Jason told her to wait for him. It was laughable. Her “wait for me” was so different from the “wait” I always got. What kind of “citizen” needs someone to drop everything and leave their girlfriend’s family dinner just because they cut their hand? I looked at my phone, which I had secretly started recording, and then said to Chloe, “If you love Jason so much, why did you break up with him? Do you enjoy stealing other people’s boyfriends?” Chloe smirked as she fiddled with her perfectly manicured nails, chuckling. “Of course, I was just playing around. Jason doesn’t have money or status—he only has his love for me. But you see, when I came back, he still loved me, didn’t he?” She glanced up at me with a wicked grin. “Honestly, it’s kind of fun, don’t you think? Even though he’s your boyfriend, he still saved me.” I nodded, holding back my disgust. “You two really are perfect for each other. A homewrecker and a guy who claims he’s just doing his duty by ‘saving citizens.’”
I pressed the call button for the nurse, and when she came in, I said, “Can you please get this homewrecker out of here? I didn’t invite her, and all she’s doing is rubbing it in my face.” The nurse didn’t waste any time. She moved to escort Chloe out. But Chloe raised her voice, “I’m in the VIP suite! You better watch out, or I’ll report you!” The nurse paused, glancing at Chloe with a strange look in her eyes. “Well, honey, that suite is being paid for with my money,” I interjected, enjoying the shift in power. “Now, please—get her out.” The nurse, now fully understanding the situation, nodded and swiftly showed Chloe the door.
As soon as the door shut behind Chloe, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I picked up my phone and called Ryan, asking him to cancel the VIP suite. “What’s going on?” Ryan asked, confused. “Jason put Chloe Daniels in that suite, and she’s been strutting around without a scratch. Oh, and she charged it to my card.” “She even came here just to gloat,” I added, my voice dripping with annoyance. Ryan was silent for a moment before muttering, “I’ve never met someone so shameless. I’ll handle it.” “Thanks, Ryan. You feel like cooking some corn and pork rib soup today?” “Sure, sure. Just boss me around, why don’t you?” “Well, you are my brother—Ryan!” I teased.
fter Chloe got kicked out, Jason finally had the nerve to call me. Of course, I had already blocked him, so he started spamming me with text messages, even using different numbers. I remember one message in particular that said: “Claire, this is all my fault, but I was just trying to protect citizens. Why are you so mad at Chloe? Why did you kick her out?” “She’s not in a good place mentally. Please, I’m begging you. Let her stay.” I calmly typed out my reply: “If you care so much about your ex, why don’t you spend your money on her? It’s my card, my money. Who gave you the right to use it?” “And do you seriously still think you did nothing wrong? There are homeless people everywhere—why don’t you go and ‘care’ for them too, Mr. Citizen Protector? You’re ridiculous!” There are always fools telling me to be the bigger person. Well, maybe I’ll forgive him when he’s six feet under.
On the day of my discharge, Jason showed up. I knew he had been hanging around the hospital the entire time, hoping to see me. But Ryan had kicked him out, so he’d been spending his time setting Chloe up with a place to live—again, trying to use my card for it. I sat in a wheelchair, with Ryan standing behind me, ready to intervene if Jason pushed too far. Jason looked nervous, his eyes filled with regret and fear. “Claire, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were hurt that badly. I messed up…” “I was trying to get Chloe out of the way so I could save you, but the guy kept targeting her. I couldn’t do anything about it.” “I figured you were my girlfriend, and Chloe didn’t have anyone else. So yeah, I took care of her. But I swear, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” I looked down at him, lightly touching the bandages covering my stab wounds. “I was stabbed three times, Jason. I almost didn’t wake up. You couldn’t help me because you were too busy protecting Chloe, and yet you watched while I was held hostage and stabbed.” “What did I do to deserve being your girlfriend? Do you have any shame?” Jason mumbled under his breath, “I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…” “Can you ever forgive me?”
“Not a chance. We’re done. Stop making my life hell.” Jason turned pale, his whole body shaking. “You really can’t forgive me? I didn’t do anything except save someone… I was just doing my duty.” “I was wrong, I know that.” Behind me, Ryan gestured toward a woman begging on the sidewalk, her face disfigured and missing a leg. “See that woman over there? Isn’t she more pitiful? Why don’t you go hold her at night and find her a place to stay for the rest of her life?” Jason’s eyes welled up, but he stayed silent. “What’s the matter? You can’t? Isn’t she also one of your ‘citizens’? You’re such a hypocrite. Disgusting.” “And let me guess—you’ve forgotten how your dad left your mom for some perfect little sweetheart, driving her into depression? How are you any different from him?” “Looks like being trash is genetic.” Jason clenched his fists and shook his head, muttering, “It’s not like that… It’s not…” I looked toward the trees and spotted Chloe peeking out from behind one. “Chloe Daniels, you can come out now. Clean up your mess and take your trash with you. I don’t need it cluttering up my sight.” Chloe suddenly rushed forward and dropped to her knees in front of my wheelchair. “Claire, please don’t blame Jason. It’s all my fault—I’m the one who shamelessly clung to him.” “I deserved it when you took the house back and kicked me out of the hospital. It’s my own fault.” Hearing this, Jason shot me a dark look as if I were the unreasonable one. “Claire, it’s all my fault. How can you take it out on Chloe? There’s nothing between us anymore.” “Come on, be reasonable. I’ll treat you right from now on. You only went after Chloe because you still care about me, right?” Chloe nodded vigorously, her head hitting the ground twice. I smiled coldly. “The house? I paid for it in full because Jason couldn’t afford it. The hospital bill? Charged to my card. So, tell me—what right do either of you have to hurt me and still spend my money?” “Jason, get some dignity. We’re done!” “You know how I am.”
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