Mystery Bride's Revenge (Selina)

Whack! A slap thundered in the room, and Selina Harvey crashed to the ground. Her dad, Quinton Harvey, towered over her, fuming. "Selina, you snake! How could you drug Ashley and leave her in some guy's bed? She'd be toast if we hadn't found her in time!"

Selina, weak and frail, protested, "No... Dad, it wasn't me. I swear!"

"Shut up!" Quinton kicked her hard in the belly, and she threw up, making the whole room stink.

He loomed over her, his eyes filled with rage. "If anything happens to Ashley, you're done!"

But then Quinton's wife, Sara Harvey, called out panicked, "Honey, forget her. We need to get to the hospital. Ashley needs us!"

"Coming!" responded Quinton.

They left, slamming the door shut. Selina lay curled up on the cold floor, shaking and foaming at the mouth, whispering, "I didn't do it. I didn't hurt Ashley..."

Shivering, pain stabbing through her, she passed out.

Time dragged on. In her sleep, Selina was suddenly jerked awake by a yank on her hair. She opened her eyes to see Quinton glaring at her. She struggled, pain in her voice. "Dad! Stop it! It hurts..."

fighting for her life in intensive care because of you! You're a terrible daughter. Why did I even bother bringing you back?" Quinton yelled. He wouldn't listen to Selina; instead, he dragged her like she was

made Selina's head spin. Her forehead was cut open, and blood poured

didn't... Dad, I really

until you own up!" Quinton left her there, locking the

used to wear, now ripped from when Quinton grabbed her and showing new, raw scrapes. She shook hard and stuttered, "I didn't... I didn't..."

doesn't my family trust me? I wanted their love so desperately, and they had worked hard to bring me back. Why is everything going so wrong?' she wondered, and her eyes

how long, the door burst open. At the sight

you hurt Ashley? She's nothing but good! I should just end you now!" His

pummeling her, their blows

move. Her mind slipped away, the cold

her from the roof! I refuse

to look up and saw Quinton and Sara glare

Ashley. 'Where does that leave me? Aren't I a Harvey too? Why do they see me as less important than Ashley? If

from the roof, she actually smiled. For once, she felt free

image, craving even an ounce of love while being constantly manipulated-Selina