The Woman From Hell

All these years, Tyler must have felt very lonely. No matter if it was an obsession or emotional trauma, all he cared for was nothing but a home and a family. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I felt my nose getting sore as my eyes welled up in tears. I wiped my tears away and looked at him." Won't you feel tired if you have to send them to me every day? Go home, I'll take good care of myself and make sure I eat them."

In the end, I still had a soft spot for him.

Maybe, just like what he had said, we were both unanchored souls. We did not belong no matter where we were, and that was why we were destined to become family.

Tyler was flabbergasted. He stared intently at me with joy in his eyes. After a long while, he came over and hugged me tightly. "That's right, Wandy. Be a good girl and let your big brother protect you from now on."

I did not speak. I allowed him to hug me, and I felt many emotions running through my mind. I was stuck with him anyway, so it would be better to have one more family member than one more enemy.

This was probably what my mother wanted to see.

She was the one who used to tell Tyler and me to treat

each other nicely. She asked me to treat him like my elder brother.

My thoughts wandered, and I did not realize someone was approaching me from behind until a force yanked me away. The strength was so great that I nearly fell t o the ground.

When I came to my senses, Theo's punch had already landed on Tyler’s face.

That punch contained all of Theo’s strength, and after just a blink, Tyler's face became swollen as blood gushed out from his nose and the corner of his mouth.

I was not paying attention, so I did not realize when Theo came back. He must have seen us hugging when he came in, which was why he got furious and mercilessly attacked Tyler.

Tyler did not retaliate. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his lips and chuckled menacingly, casting a victorious look at Theo.

This silent mockery undoubtedly made things worse a s it triggered Theo. In an explosive rage, he pinned Tyler down on the ground and his punches came raining down on Tyler.

I was anxious. With one hand supporting my waist, I went over in an attempt to break up the fight.

However, Theo just glanced at me with his icy-cold eyes while saying coldly, "If you don’t want him to be pummeled to death, stand back!"

His voice was stern, so I stood there, not daring to move. Tyler lifted his head with much difficulty, and with a smirk still hung on his face, he said, "Stand there, don’t move. Don't get hurt."

After he was done, he turned to glare maliciously at Theo and snarled. "You said you want to pummel me t o my death, right? Come on!"

One was daring the other, while the other dared to go all out!

With the flurry of punches thrown everywhere, I could hear Tyler's grunts. Even so, he was still adamantly raising his head and smirking haughtily at Theo.

Not only his mouth but his nose, eyes, and ears were bleeding as well. I did not understand why he would just lie there and get hit like this without retaliating. I screamed in fear, "Theo Grant, stop it! You're really about to pummel him to his death!"

"Don't be afraid, I’m not in pain. Just leave!" Tyler looked at me and tried his best to squeeze out a smile o n his face.

I was stunned. What a familiar phrase that instantly brought me back to my childhood.

When Tyler first came to live with us, we were on pretty good terms.

Due to the fact that I was adopted, I was a target of mockery and bullying from my peers. They would corner me in an alley at times and would not allow me to return home. When Tyler came to live with us, he could not escape such a fate as well since he was with me whenever we went to and fro from school.

Many times, we would be surrounded and attacked by our classmates. Tyler would act like how he was now, lying there on purpose so they could attack him.

While he was getting hit, he would yell at me, "Don't be afraid, I'm not in pain. Just leave!”

Every time, he would end up limping home. There was once when things got so out of hand, he broke a femur and had to stay in the hospital for a month before he could walk again.

The past replayed in my head like a movie.

Theo showed no signs of stopping. Seeing Tyler on the ground, the timelines intertwined, and before my eyes was the scene from my childhood. I mistook the attacker to be the bunch of mischievous children from the past.

Instinct rose from deep within me. Despite the fact that I loathed Tyler, the past memories were something that I could not erase. Some relationships were so deep that it was etched onto the bones.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and swung it hard at the silhouette that was serving punches to Tyler.

I swung with all my strength, and when the stick collided with the person, a loud crack was heard.