THE BALDWIN'S POSSESION

HER FAULT...

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning....

"I have to hate him," I muttered to myself, my voice trembling. "I have to hate him."

But deep down, the line between hatred and something far darker was starting to blur, and I despised myself for it.

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It was dinnertime, and everyone had gathered. The maids began placing plates on the table, preparing the meal. One maid served rice while another poured water into glasses. I watched Abela aunty silently serving soup, just as I did—like me, someone with no right to speak out, to intervene.

When it was my turn to receive the soup, the long dress Abela aunty was wearing got tangled in her feet, causing her to stumble and fall. I quickly got up, intending to help, but in the process, the hot soup splashed across my hands and her dress. She let out a painful shout. I was about to touch her and suggest she wash the stain with cold water when suddenly, I heard the sharp screech of a chair being moved. Ray and Azar appeared, while Mr. Win's furious voice echoed through the room.

"DON'T YOU HAVE EYES?!"

Azar rushed over to me, grabbing my hand tightly as he looked at the burning wound on my palm. But ray didn't approach me; instead, he went toward Abela aunty, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her feet. My eyes widened in fear.

"It wasn't her fault!" I screamed, but before I could say more, a harsh slap echoed through the room. Then another. And another. It didn't stop. I struggled to break free from Azar's grip, trying desperately to reach her, but he held me tight, refusing to let me go. I cried out in panic.

Abela aunty was sobbing loudly now, and Silas dragged her by her hair into the kitchen. I tried pushing Azar away, my body trembling in fear. The sounds of her painful cries assaulted my ears, and I felt as if I were losing my mind.

I had seen what they did to those who hurt me, what they did to people who tried to help or protect me. The Baldwins were cruel—so cruel. But Ray? I didn't know what he was capable of.

The maids who stood nearby were also crying, their heads lowered in shame and fear. With all my strength, I shoved Azar away and bolted toward the kitchen. 

Ray was about to strike Abela aunty again when I pushed him aside, throwing my arms around her, desperate to shield her from further harm, the maids inside the kitchen watched the scene with tears . and I cried more as I tried to protect her, not realizing that in doing so, I was only making the situation worse.

The entire family rushed toward us. Mr. Win and Mrs. Win stood near the fridge, glaring at me with eyes filled with anger. Azar remained silent, watching. I cried harder.

"Dad... please, it wasn't her fault!" I begged, my voice breaking as I looked at Mr. Win.

"Please, Mom, save her!" I cried again, looking to Mrs. Win, but they stood motionless, like statues.

Ray show everyone what happens when someone touch her....Mr win said angrily and my eyes widen in fear before i could say another word. 

Ray's hand grabbed mine, pulling me away with a harsh jerk. He threw me aside, and I cried out in pain. As I tried to run back toward Abela aunty, Azar caught my arm, holding me in place.

"Azar, please... don't do this! Mom, Dad, please, save her!" I screamed, begging, my voice raw with desperation. "I love her like my own mother! I don't want to lose her!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, RAY?!" I shouted at him, but ray didn't even look at me. He just stared at Abela aunty with cold, emotionless eyes. "Leave her, please! It was my fault! It was my fault! She's my everything!" I pleaded, but ray ignored me, his expression hardening.