My boyfriend picked me up from work, and a girl was sitting in the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes at me. “I get car-sick easily. You don’t mind if I sit up front, do you?” I slapped my boyfriend. “You dare give someone a ride when they’re car-sick? What if she flatlines right here in my car?!” Asher and I met at a party. I twisted my ankle in high heels, and he drove me home. At first, I thought he was some unattainable hunk, but then I heard he was a notorious player, a walking red flag. I was super wary of him at first. But he wouldn’t give up. He quit smoking for me, got into fights for me, and even got a vasectomy for me. Everyone in our circle said he’d changed for good. I believed them.
The six months I spent with Asher were genuinely happy. We traveled all over the world, seeing incredible sights, from towering mountains to vast oceans. Under a blanket of stars, he swore he’d only love me, forever. But recently, friends started telling me Asher had a new woman by his side. She was gorgeous, and he was constantly taking her to high-end places. I laughed it off, saying it must be for work, but a seed of doubt had been planted. Because Asher’s replies to my messages were getting slower and slower.
On Friday, Asher came to pick me up. The moment I opened the car door, I saw a girl in the passenger seat. She eyed me up and down, then abruptly rolled her eyes. “Sister, I get car-sick easily. You don’t mind if I sit up front, do you?” I looked at Asher. He said nothing. I smacked him. “You dare give someone a ride when they’re car-sick? What if she flatlines right here in my car?!” Scarlett’s face instantly fell. Asher snapped, “Rowan, you’re going too far. She’s just…” “Just shameless, I know.” I cut him off, grabbed the girl by her hair, and easily yanked her out. She tumbled onto the ground. I stepped over her, got into the car, and slammed the door shut. Outside, she was wailing and sobbing, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Davies! Mr. Davies!” I picked up the water bottle she’d been drinking from, rolled down the window, and tossed it at her. “Just because you’re pretty, you think you’re hot stuff? You picked the wrong fight, sweetie. You have no idea who you’re messing with!” “Rowan, she’s not feeling well,” Asher said, getting into the driver’s seat and grabbing my hand. I turned to him, smiling. “Did *you* make her uncomfortable, bro?” Asher’s face darkened, his lips thinning into a hard line. I continued, “Bro, you don’t think I’ll let *you* off the hook just because I chewed *her* out, do you? If you don’t want this to blow up, drive.” Asher looked like he wanted to speak but held back. Finally, he started the car.
Back home, Asher sat on the couch, completely silent. “Let’s break up,” I said softly. He looked up. “Rowan, aren’t you overreacting? Nothing happened between Scarlett and me. She just wasn’t feeling well, that’s why I let her sit up front.” I poured myself a glass of water. “Oh, I know.” “Then why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice urgent. “Because I’m bored,” I said dismissively, taking a sip of water. He froze, then, after a long moment, managed, “Bored?” I slowly walked over to him, smiling. “Bro, being with you is just so dull.” Veins bulged in his neck. I chuckled softly, patted his face, and pointed to the row of Muay Thai trophies on the wall. “Don’t get any ideas. I don’t mind hitting a guy.” “Rowan, you’re ruthless,” he snarled, then spun around and stormed out the door.
I lay back on the crisp white chair, my eyes unfocused. “Dr. Evans, I’ve been feeling irritable and moody again lately. Everyone around me is so annoying, like a bunch of idiots. I just want to tear this whole world apart.” “Rowan, you still need to be more positive,” Dr. Evans said softly, giving me a shot in my left arm. “A year ago, I didn’t recommend you leave, but you’ve been doing so well and taking your meds on time, so I approved your discharge. Just get some rest now.” I slowly closed my eyes. In my dream, I was a child again. Everyone knew the Blackwoods had a smart son, but no one knew it was boy-girl twins. Our family mystic said I was a bad omen, a curse. I was supposed to be drowned, but Mom couldn’t bring herself to do it. She secretly left me at an orphanage. The orphanage director was a pervert. When I was ten, he called me into his office, promising me toys. In the end, the police and doctors arrived. They looked at me, their faces full of shock. After answering countless questions, I was sent to the biggest mental institution in the city. I stayed for ten years.
When I woke up, my friends from the ward were all gathered around. “Boss, did your brain short-circuit again?” “Who messed with you, Boss? I’ll go invisible and take them out.” I sat up and smiled. “It’s nothing, just minor stuff.” Finn handed me a cup of water. “Boss, drink some water first.” Leo stopped Finn, touching the cup. “Can’t drink it. The water’s 90 degrees right now, and the right angle will get stuck in her throat.” What a clown. I looked towards the door. “Where are Jasper and Milo?” “Jasper’s out fishing in a washbasin, and Milo’s releasing fish tofu into the pond.” I nodded. Dr. Evans pushed the door open and walked in. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be saving the world? Why are you all crowded around your boss?” “We’re not going. The world isn’t as important as our Boss,” they mumbled. Dr. Evans glanced at me. I quickly took their hands. “The people need you!” Only then did they reluctantly run out. “Rowan, this is your new medication. Take it on time, and call me if anything happens.” I took the medicine Dr. Evans handed me, secretly musing, “What would happen if Asher took these?”
But before I could find Asher, I ran into Scarlett. She held her head high with arrogance, smiling triumphantly. “Sister, haven’t you been sleeping well lately? You look so haggard.” I perked my ears up, whispering, “Shhh, don’t talk.” “I never thought being dumped by Mr. Davies would hit you so hard, you’ve totally lost it.” She sneered, mocking me with contempt. I slowly stood up, then started slapping her face left and right. As I did, I chanted nonsense, “No more Mr. Nice Guy! Bo-bo-bo, bi-bi-bi! The dinosaurs are coming for you! Rawr, rawr, rawr!” By the time I finished my ‘song,’ her face was swollen, looking like a bruised pig. “You psycho! How dare you hit me?!” Her mouth was full of marbles, slurring her words. “Do you know who my dad is?” I shook my slightly sore hand. “Didn’t your mom tell you? What, you’re out here looking for a daddy? Now, get on your knees and beg, and maybe I’ll lower myself to be your daddy.” One hand covering her face, the other pointing at me, tears streaming down. “What trash are you? Without Asher, who do you think will back you up? You just wait!” I rolled my ankle and stretched my limbs. Seeing my stance, she backed up a few steps, then turned and ran. But she did remind me. It was time to visit Mr. Blackwood’s family.
I actually went to the Blackwood family’s place a month ago. It was Julian Blackwood’s birthday. Mr. Blackwood was a big shot in Cloud City. The moment he saw me, he looked tense, because I was wearing a backless gown, and the crescent-shaped birthmark on my shoulder was fully exposed. I didn’t intend to cause trouble, but Julian Blackwood just had to provoke me. His fingers grazed my birthmark, and he muttered something vulgar. I raised my hand and splashed a glass of red wine in his face. He arrogantly moved to hit me, but Mr. Blackwood stopped him with a furious shout. After the banquet, Mr. Blackwood called me aside. We reached an agreement: he’d give me a sum of money, and I wouldn’t reveal my identity. I mean, what woman in her right mind would turn down six houses?
Mr. Blackwood looked at me coldly. “What are you doing here?” I pointed at Julian. “To kick his ass.” “Kick *my* ass? What for?” Julian jumped to his feet, his eyes darting. “This is the Blackwood family estate. You won’t cause trouble here,” Mr. Blackwood’s voice carried anger. “You’ve probably forgotten I also carry the Blackwood name, haven’t you?” I leaned close to his ear and yelled maniacally, “Dad! Dad! Dad!” My voice echoed through the entire dining room. It probably shattered his eardrums. Mr. Blackwood clapped his hands over his ears and practically leapt away, his face etched with pain. “Are you insane?!” I smiled. “You know best whether I’m sick or not, don’t you?” Julian stood between me and Mr. Blackwood. “You’re a psycho. How dare you dream of being a Blackwood? That’s just delusional.” He was quite the dutiful son. I picked up the red wine from the table. He instantly tensed up. I smiled. “So you sent people to scare me a few days ago?” “I didn’t!” He bit his lip hard, his eyes fixed on my hand. “Don’t worry, I won’t splash you again.” I tilted my head back and drank the wine. His body relaxed. A smile played on my lips as the red wine suddenly sprayed out of my mouth. He and Mr. Blackwood scrambled backward, and I advanced, step by step. “Oops, sorry, that wine was just too awful. Couldn’t hold it in.” I picked up a napkin from the table and elegantly wiped my mouth. Mr. Blackwood and Julian were covered in wine stains on their heads, faces, and clothes, looking utterly pathetic. Julian lunged at me with a fist. “Rowan, you did that on purpose! If I don’t crush you today, I’ll take your name!” The next second, the distinct *crack* of bone sounded. Mr. Blackwood frantically bent down. “Julian, are you okay?” Julian was grimacing in pain, unable to utter a single word. “Rowan, what exactly do you want?” Mr. Blackwood asked, heartbroken. “Didn’t I say I came to kick his ass?” I pointed at Julian. “Now that it’s done, I should be going.” I casually grabbed a chicken leg from the table. “Dad, don’t forget to change Julian’s name. From now on, he’s my son, Julian Davies.” Behind me, I heard Mr. Blackwood’s heavy sigh. “Why did you have to provoke her? She’s completely insane.” I arrived at a cemetery, the wind scattering the flowers I brought. The woman on the tombstone smiled gently. I placed the flowers in front of her. “Mom, I’ve come to see you.” When I was little, Eleanor often visited me at the orphanage.
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