It's Above Me Now.

29: Out With It

Operation get into Karin's hospital room was easier than I thought. I just introduced myself to the doctors, asked if I could see her, and they let me walk right in. Karin's surgery was shorter than expected, and I decided to seize the moment while she was somewhat confined and unable to do anymore evil ass shit. Surprisingly, Mario nor Dylan couldn't bear being in the same room as her. And they excused themselves to get refreshments from the hospital's cafeteria. It was just gonna be me and her. All alone.

Pushing open Karin's hospital room door, I braced myself. I was finally going to get the truth from this sickened woman. And I didn't know if I should be relieved or scared. I've been yearning for some answers about my life for the longest. But what if the truth didn't set me free? What if the truth only brought more problems? Through talking to Karin's doctors, I learnt that she suffered serious head trauma and broken bones. It's a miracle she's still here. However, she was still alive for a reason, and that meant that this moment between us was supposed to happen. I shook off my negative thinking, and calmed my nerves. This was happening.

Karin's and my eyes linked, and I inhaled slowly. She was damn near unrecognizable, for her head was bandaged and her face was scarred from whatever traumatic experience she encountered. I sat on the edge of her hospital room bed and sighed heavily. I don't know why, but I felt bad for her. I've never seen her even close to a state like this, for her superhuman demeanor always overpowered every situation she landed herself in. But now she's just lying here, looking weak and defeated.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it." Karin groaned. "Pull the IV out, unplug the monitors. I don't care anymore."

I smirked. "Like I would make it so easy. Who did this to you?"

"Pavlob Hershell." Karin spat. "Motherfucker been had it out for me."

I raised an eyebrow, quite surprised by this news. Hanschell's father was officially out the pen, huh? And it was clear that he was on get-back timing. Can't say I even blame him. But as Karin shifted uncomfortably in her bed, it's obvious that she felt otherwise.

"That's interesting." I mused. "Because I'm sure you didn't do anything to him, right?"

"What the fuck is this Chance? Hmm?" Karin questioned. "You came in here to kick me while I'm down? Is that it? Let me save you the trouble. You and your parents won, okay? Y'all won. Now if that's all, please get the fuck out."

There was a small pause after Karin's statement and I pondered what she could mean. My parents and I won? The fuck is that supposed to mean? I was sitting here in a hospital robe grateful to still be alive. Shit, I wasn't winning anything. Ask her what she means, Chance. Ask her, use your words. Because it was about time we settle this foolishness once and for all.

"What exactly did we win?" I plainly asked.

Karin's eyes shot into mine, and for a moment I wished I never spoke up on my feelings. It's crazy the effect she still had on me, for she was the only one who had the ability to make me feel small and second guess myself. She leaned forward slowly, still gazing at me closely. Like a coward I looked away, unable to keep the intense eye contact.

"You don't know anything, huh?" Karin said, snickering lightly. "Of course your parents left you in the dark. Of course! Why didn't I think of this? Oh, this is good. This is so good."

Karin started laughing maniacally, startling me a bit. I felt uneasy, and was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea coming here. Maybe I should have left this alone. Veronica and Ruben would probably be furious that I was even in contact with this witch. This would only stir up more issues with them. But how can I even comfortably say that when I've been wanting the truth from jump. By any means necessary, I told myself that I was going to get to the bottom of this weird mystery between Karin, my parents and my adoption. Even if I had to play the long game. As I battled with my thoughts, Karin lifted her arm which revealed a handcuff. She was chained to the bed, and she tugged on it to show that there was no means of escape.