“I’m sorry,” I whisper, slowly sitting up.
“Honey.” Aunt stops wiping my arm and lunges at me in a bear hug. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you, Aunt. I’m s-so sorry.” I sob into her neck. “I didn’t mean to. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, okay?” She pulls back and brushes my hair behind my ears, her expression stern. “You’re just stressed. Right, Jaxon?”
“Yes, pumpkin.” Uncle inches closer and forces a smile as he takes my hand in his. “You just had a panic attack. The doctor said it looked worse than what it actually was.”
“But…” I motion at the scratch marks on Aunt’s wrist, lips trembling. “I h-hurt Aunt and…”
“The doctor said I shouldn’t have stopped you in the middle of a panic attack.” She smiles, stroking my hair like I’m such a good daughter. “So it wasn’t your fault, hon.”
How can she be so easy-going about this? I hurt her.
I did it before, too.
If Uncle didn’t get her out, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
If the doctors didn’t inject me with something just now, I could’ve done much worse than scratches.
Aunt is the only mother figure I’ve ever known. It can’t be normal that I’m hurting her.
“Tell me about what happened at school,” Aunt probes and Uncle inches a little closer.
My lips tighten in a line.
That familiar itch starts under my skin.
The reason I had the panic attack is about to grip me again.
The room starts spinning and my free hand fists in the sheets until my knuckles turn white.
Aiden approached me for revenge. He approached me to hurt me.
To destroy me as he promised.
It was all a lie.
A game.
I was a pawn on his chessboard since the beginning, and I was too naive to notice it.
No. I did notice.
I was just too stupid to take it seriously.
“Pumpkin.” Uncle’s voice hardens. “Stay with us.”
I shake my head, focusing back on their faces. The haze almost disappears as I take in their worried expressions.
Aunt’s face is all flushed as if she’s expecting me to hit her again. Uncle’s body is angled forward as if to stop me if I do.
I can’t put them through the hell that happened earlier again. They abandoned their work to be here. I can’t just burden them more than I already am.
Aunt takes my hand in hers. “The surveillance cameras weren’t working in the pool area for reparation reasons. Do you remember what happened?”
A full-body shudder zaps through my spine and my limbs stiffen.