Chapter 3

Lisa's POV

My retaliation was quickly overpowered by the sudden intrusion of my parents, as they came to her aid.

"Lisa! Leave your sister alone!" Mom yelled before she shoved me backwards; she had pushed me so hard that it took everything in me not to fall butt flat on the floor.

She bore hateful glances at me for a second before Samantha's dramatic outburst pulled her attention to the lady crying on the floor. 

I saw my dad pull her up from the floor, then unto my thighs. As he coaxed her to calm down, he didn't look at me; he totally ignored the fact that I had been harassed as well. At that point, I couldn't care any less. It wasn't the first time he chose her; it was always going to be Samatha. 

"Are you out of your mind? Why will you hit her like that?" Mom yelled as she slapped me. 

The sting from the impact of her hands made my eyes well with tears, but I cleaned them immediately. It was the last time they would see me so broken; I wouldn't let them see my cry, not anymore. I didn't come here to show them how much they had hurt me. I came here to make sure they were fully aware without having to hear it elsewhere. 

"I came to applaud every one of you on a job well done; you all have succeeded in ruining my marriage and taking everything from me," I said in a horse voice, with my eyes staring directly at everyone. 

"Lisa, you don't know what you are saying," yelled my so-called mother before she went towards Samantha, who was still crying in dad's arms, but I didn't care. She deserved it for playing with my life and happiness.

"Oh, I know what I am saying, mom, and I bet all of you know too. I have finally left Damian, and your beloved daughter can take her place as the next Sinclair. Isn't that what you want?" 

Silence reigned between us as their heads sagged to the floor in guilt.

"Did the cat have all your tongues? Or isn't that what you all did? You watched Samantha step in after Damian's father had a memory loss; even though you knew the truth, you backed her up with everything! You filed a case against me because she had an accident and blamed me for the attempted murder of my junior sister!, and here you all are!, acting oblivious!"

"Lisa! You don't know what you are saying."

"Yeah, right? Maybe it's high time the truth came out. On everyone of you, I won't go down alone."

"Lisa!" mom yelled as she ran towards me. She pulled me aggressively. 

"Lisa, please! Don't tell anyone what we did! Please, we will rectify it. I promise, you know we were in a tight corner; we had no choice. "

I wasn't going to stand there and listen to what they had to say; it was the same thing over and over again. They pleaded with me in private because they knew how softhearted I was, and then did the exact opposite outside. Now the world sees me as a damn gold digger, a liar, and a potential murderer.

"Lisa, please, just this once; do it for your sister, please." 

My eyes narrowed to Samantha, who now has her cunning eyes at me. My so-called father had his hands wrapped around her as he patted her head gently while placing a kiss on it so he couldn't see the smirk on her face as my mother pleaded for me to forgive them for ruining my life.

She wasn't going to change, but they didn't see this part of her; I was the one who saw it. And I wasn't going to let their inability to see past the fact that their biological daughter was a liar and a manipulator; they were blind to her, and I wasn't going to let her get away this time, not anymore.

I pushed mom aside, then carried the handle on my bag, and was about to leave when I felt something hard hit my head just as I was about to cross the patio. 

The pain was so sudden, it overwhelmed me; my world spindled around me. As my back dropped to the floor, I could feel moist beneath my head as the pain coursed through the rest of my body to the ceiling top, which went around in circles, and soon my vision was obstructed by three faces.

Mom, Dad, and Samantha, their eyes were empty and devoid of any emotions as they stared at my body.

Everything became slower and more blurry, followed by another hit on my head then it all went blank.

•••

The first instinct I had was the breath. I took in as much air as possible as I suddenly sprang back to life, but I felt trapped; my head felt like it was tied around in a bag; I could not breathe; my lungs hurt; and my head felt like an elephant was placed inside.

"Somebody help me!" I cried out, but my voice came in as a whisper as I felt so weak and tired. I felt the severe need for the cough, which I did, but the bag kept on preventing me from executing it.

I tried to move, but my hands were tied. I kicked and shouted, but yet nothing. I knew I was moving; I was in a car. I could tell from the speed at which I moved. Fear gripped me; I could not remember being in a car or entering one. 

I was at home with Samantha, mom, and dad. Why?

I struggled, but nothing seemed to work. I grew weaker and weaker, with no air. Where were they taking me?

Soon, the car came to a halt. But I was too weak to fight. When the trunk of the car was finally opened, I felt the wave of cold air run over me as my tender body gradually relaxed.

Wherever they must have stopped, it had to be windy. I could hear water splash against each other; it must be an ocean.

"Take her out, throw her inside, now before someone sees you." I heard a familiar voice.

'Shit shit! No!' 

I struggled to break free, but I was soon carried out of the trunk of the car; my legs were tied and I could not move.

"Throw her now! , hurry!" 

The voice I had heard earlier was Samantha's, and the realization of it weakened me to the bone. I couldn't contain the shock that followed. My own sister had sentenced me to my death.

In a split second, I was lifted high into the air, and soon I was falling to my death. I didn't protest; my hands and legs were bound; there was nothing I could do. Nothing at all.

Soon, my body collided with the water, and I began to drown. Like a rock tossed into an ocean, I sank deeper and deeper as the water penetrated into my nose, causing the most severe pain. Just when I had lost hope in everything, I felt someone's arm around me, but it was too late. 

Or was it?