The Woman From Hell

Chapter 155

"I only want to protect you. Trust me, Grayson Louis is no saint."

I looked at Tyler and scoffed. "How do you expect me t o believe you? In my eyes, all of you are the same, you're demons from hell."

He sighed. "Whatever you say, then. But you have to go with me now, or they'll destroy you."

My mood could not get any worse. I looked at him and blurted out, "Can you just leave me alone? I’d rather be destroyed by them than follow you back and be destroyed by you once more. Tyler Schuman, it's been so many years. Why won't you let me go? Let's live our own lives. Wouldn’t that be great? Why do you have to appear once again and want to pull me back into the days filled with darkness?"

Tyler looked at me and finally spoke after a long pause, "That's because we share the same fate. We were both abandoned, so only we can ignite each other’s lives."

A sharp pain overcame my chest. It was as if someone had stabbed me, forcefully wiggled the knife several times, and there was blood everywhere. It was a gory sight to behold. 1

All these years, I had been trying my best not to think back on the past. Just when I thought I had forgotten everything, Tyler Schuman not only reappeared in my life but he was also forcing me to relive everything. He was tearing open the wounds that had started healing until they were exposed in the open again. 1

was right,

in the village dumpster on a cold winter night. The one who abandoned me had no intention for me to live since I only had a thin blanket around me when they left me on

yet, because among the piles of

person who abandoned me left, she hobbled over and picked me up. This kind person was

of death. It was my mother who carried me home and placed me by the fire for the entire night. She used the money she got from collecting trash to buy milk powder so she could feed me. It was

the village policemen wanted to send m e

my and my mother's fate t o

me, she disregarded her injured leg and began working at a little workshop in town so that I would have food to eat and warm clothes to wear. Manual labor was the only thing she

days were the happiest days

blink. As my mother worked day and night, her body could not

to raise the workshop supplier's illegitimate son on the condition that the supplier financed my

mother had to take care of two abandoned

year, while Tyler was 13. When Tyler was brought back, I was

know, that was the beginning