- 5.
Amy and Beaumont’s wedding loomed. Amy
found me again. She was pale, clutching her
stomach.
“Sister, help me! I had sex while on my
period. It hurts so bad. Treat me, and do the
repair.”
She was in pain, but I remained calm.
“I won’t help you.
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“Anna, why not? You helped before!”
She was furious.
“My stomach’s killing me!”
Her pain couldn’t compare to the acid burning
my skin. I’d never forget that.
I ignored her, continuing my work. She pulled
at me.
“Help me! I’m in agony!”
“Please!”
I pushed her away. “Leave. I’m busy.”
“Anna, you bitch!”
She cursed and stormed out.
In my past life, I’d treated her, gave her
medication, and helped her manage the pain.
Not this time.
Mom came, dragging me to the car.
“Your sister’s in pain! Why aren’t you
helping?”
“You’re still my daughter, and I can order you
I leaned against the window, silent.
Beaumont was there. Amy said she was
having period cramps. Beaumont was worried.
“Check her, Anna.”
I approached, lifting Amy’s shirt. A strong,
foul odor filled the air.
Beaumont smelled it.
“What’s that smell?”
Amy tensed. “It’s probably my sister.”
She pulled me into the room.
“Anna, help me! Beaumont will punish you!”
I almost refused, but she was right. I couldn’t
afford to anger Beaumont.
“Fine. I’ll help.”
I examined her. Worse than before.
I pretended to treat her, telling her to return
for surgery on the weekend.
