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"Just take a puff for me, I can't take it anymore!" It was my mother's voice, sounding almost pleading.
"I have the stuff, but you know this isn't something that just falls from the sky, right? You can't expect me to give it to you for free," came the voice of that He.
"Just give it to me! I'll agree to anything you say..." my mother pleaded.
...
Then, the things I dreaded the most happened.
I lost my soul again.
I went downstairs and out the door, hailing a cab to find a hotel to stay in.
I couldn't sleep all night, replaying in my mind what I had heard last time and what I had just heard...
My head felt like it was splitting open.
Eventually, I started rebelling. I dropped out of school, got a tattoo, learned to smoke, and started hanging out with delinquent boys from the streets...
I stopped communicating with my mother altogether, acting as if I didn't know her.
When my father returned, he thought I was just going through a typical rebellious phase. I asked him to buy me a car, and without hesitation, he took me straight to buy one.
In my father's eyes, whether I went to school or not didn't matter; everything at home belonged to me. Even if I lay around doing nothing, I was still part of the billionaire class.
Late at night, my mother knocked on my door, begging to be let in.
I ignored her as if I hadn't heard anything. Outside my door, she rambled on: it all started with emptiness and loneliness; later she tried to cut ties with him, but that He lured her into drug use. After the initial high and thrill, she predictably became addicted...
He used drugs to control her, making her do everything he wanted.
I said, "If you want me to acknowledge you as my mother again, call the police and let them handle this!"
My mother knelt outside: " Xiao Ya, if you do that, you'll have no mother!"
My words were as cold as iron: "Did you ever think about me back then? Did you think about Dad? Did you ever consider that it would come to this?"
She finally relented: "Fine, I'll call tomorrow!"
The next morning, my mother made breakfast. I didn't eat; I waited for her to make the call.
She pleaded with me: "Daughter, you haven't eaten properly in so long; it breaks my heart..."
Under her coaxing, I drank a bowl of porridge. Then suddenly, for some reason, a feeling of lightness surged within me. I no longer cared whether my mother called the police; I got in my car and drove away alone.
I drove the Lightning Fast, feeling as if I were about to take off. On the National Highway, where numerous Heavy Trucks passed by, I pushed the limits of speed, recklessly overtaking and drifting with lightning precision. Many vehicles swerved to avoid me.
But I was too reckless and eventually crashed into the rear of a Heavy Truck. My Chassis was low, and at that moment, I only injured my leg. However, soon after, another Heavy Truck collided heavily with my rear, and I was crumpled against the Driver's Seat.
My leg was broken, and my Sternum fractured. I floated in the air, watching myself curled up in a difficult position, neither sad nor happy.
When I returned home, I saw my mother crying: "Will she be okay? She is my daughter!" He stood beside her, trying to comfort her while also scaring her: "She just went out for a spin; she'll be back... You still have me, right? Don't worry; from now on, I'll take care of all your goods without asking for anything in return! But whatever you do, don't call the police; otherwise, we're all done for!"
My mother's phone rang. She answered it, but it slipped from her hand as she cried out, "My daughter is gone! It's all my fault!"
I remained unmoved. My heart had long since died.
When my father returned, I was everything to him. He gritted his teeth and wanted to hold the Truck Driver responsible for what happened. Only I knew that the primary responsibility did not lie with him.
I recorded all of this on my phone. When I was alive, I didn't know how to tell my father; now it didn't matter anymore. You helped me.
—You saw the news, right? A vehicle fell from the Overpass at the site of my accident? The man who was with him was there too, along with my mother.
Her voice faded along with her figure. My body was drenched in Sweat, as if I had just been pulled from water.
I found that issue of the Evening News that reported the accident and checked the time; at that moment, Sister Hong and I should have been lying in a hospital bed.
But what Ango told me went beyond that; another part of the story was not only more dramatic but also more poignant.
I'll continue tomorrow.
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