“Just a Freak Show, Don’t Be Dramatic” Chapter 03

“Just a Freak Show, Don’t Be Dramatic” Chapter 03 Everything Is Okay

Since no nurse came, I pulled the needle out myself and blood ran everywhere.

I dragged myself to the bed to get a tissue.

I just sat down when the door flew open.

That face from my nightmares, the one who hurt me in the freak show, rushed in.

His eyes were wide and his teeth were bare, running at me with his phone.

I backed away in fear, trying to hide behind my blanket.

He tore it off and shoved the phone right in my face.

“She is just a slut! She asked to be filmed!”

The nightmare swallowed me, and I kept my eyes shut tight.

I screamed and pushed him with all my strength.

“Help me! Someone!”

He caught my hand and forced the camera onto the bleeding spot where the needle was.

“This bitch can’t even behave in the hospital! She just enjoys being abused!”

I cried out of control and fought to get away.

While breaking free, I knocked his phone down with a loud smack.

I caught a look at the page and felt cold inside.

He was broadcasting live on Axel’s hidden account.

I had no time to think and ran for the door.

But the hallway, usually so busy, was totally empty that day.

He ran at me and pushed me down, ripping my clothes apart with his phone in hand.

“This whore is just a freak who loves showing off! Why go after me? She wanted it.”

Those horrible days flashed in my mind, and I totally freaked out.

He grew even more arrogant, using his phone to capture every ugly moment of mine.

“She got her job by sleeping around! Did she really think she was a good girl?”

He said this and gave a sick laugh, catching me with his hand.

“Let me taste you. You slut!”

I was backed into the wall, unable to retreat. The stitches on my stomach had torn open during the fight.

Blood stained my hospital gown red. I gripped a broken vase piece on the floor, ready to fight.

Someone kicked the door open, and Axel flew in.

He kicked the guy over and beat him with a stick.

The monster was beaten badly, his teeth shattered everywhere.

Dylan charged in too.

He yelled, “Where is the police? Why is this beast still here!”

He ordered people to pull Axel away and take the monster out.

Axel then noticed me, almost passed out in the corner.

He rushed to me and hugged me.

I shook hard. I pushed him, not caring about the pain.

“Get away! Let me go!”

I got it. Axel had let him in on purpose.

A dark, bottomless hatred consumed me, and I struck and bit him wildly.

He grunted heavily under my assault, but he stood his ground, holding me tightly.

Instead, he comforted me in the softest voice, “Look at me! It’s me! Everything is okay now.”

I knew perfectly well it was him, so I wished I could chop him and Dylan into pieces.

But I couldn’t hold on anymore, and I passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three days later.

After that, the torture broke me completely.

Axel brought me food every day, looking sad.

But I knew it was all fake.

The rumors outside were everywhere.

I held my phone, seeing my miserable look that day, captured clearly.

A quick check of my messages, and my phone was full of strangers asking if I’d sell myself.

He didn’t clear things up, because he wanted to prove my private life was a mess.

This way, he could smoothly push Willow to the position of hospital director.

I took out my phone and dialed a number, “I’m willing to join your team. But I’m badly hurt right now, and I need the fastest treatment.”

A deep, rich laugh came from the other end of the phone, “Sure. In three days at most, I’ll send people to pick you up. Do you have any special requests?”

I said, word by word. “I want you to do one thing for me.”