treating me badly too.
That was when I realized that Lana didn’t really love to smile.
She once trapped me in the school restroom, allowing other girls to grab my hair and pin me to the ground.
Blows landed on my body, parts covered by my clothes. It was a way to teach me a lesson without leaving bruises or marks.
“Caroline, don’t hate me.
“If you want to hate someone, hate your brother.
“He allowed all of this. Otherwise, how could I, an adopted daughter, be so bold?”
Her words made sense. If it weren’t for Dexter’s consent, she wouldn’t have dared bully me like this.
It looked like Dexter really wanted me dead.
My hope of Dexter’s rescue was dashed, and I started to beg Lana for mercy.
“It hurts.”
I was in too much pain to speak, thinking that Lana was more like Dexter’s sister. They were equally cruel and heartless.
