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FREDA WHITLOCK

“Where is he?” I asked and she looked at me with a cold expression. How could she be so cold when my father, her husband was dying? What the hell was wrong with people??

“In there,” She coldly responded and I hurried into the room. I was met with a surprise. One I did not like.

My

yeyes first landed on the bed and my father was not there. It was Safiya lying there. I looked around the room and my eyes caught sight of four guards. “What’s going on? Where’s dad?” I asked, completely confused and frustrated. What the actual hell was going on? Where was my father? I needed to see him. I did ot want to waste a single minute, especially not on Safiya. I was not sure when my father would…

Die.

“Take her, “Safiya said coldly, looking at me with cold eyes as she laid in the bed with a cold expression on her face. The guards stepped forward and it took me a second to realize that she was referring to me when she said ‘her’.

What the f**k?

One of the guards grasped my arm in a firm grip and I glared up at him. “Get your f**g hand off me.”

I turned to Safiya with fury. My blood was running hot and I was not sure what exactly was going on here but I did not like it. Not a single bit.

“Where’s dad?” I asked, pressing my lips together. “I don’t want

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any drama. Georgina called to say he might be dying, I just want to see him,” I said, exhaling a slow breath as tears of anger, frustration and pain filled my eyes.

“That was just a way to get you here, Freda. You think if Dad was actually dying, we would call you?

You abandoned him for years, he doesn’t need you around.” She said and her words hit me like a cold fist to my heart.

“What do you mean ‘get you here?” Lasked, choosing to ignore the latter part of her words and glaring at the guards that were gradually closing in on me.

“You hurt me. You pushed me at the mall. You tried to hurt me. You could have killed my baby!” Her voice progressively got louder and I got more and more horrified.

What the f**k? What the hell was she on?

“I did… What?” I asked quietly, attempting to take a step towards her. My wolf was furious at what she was hearing and I was barely holding her back from lashing out at the guard who maintained a firm grip on me. “Let me go,” I turned to glare at him. He said nothing. His stoic expression did not change and that infuriated me to no end.

“Get the **k off me!” I yelled at him and used all of my energy to **h my hand from his grip. He looked at me with surprise in his eyes but that did not last long because the next second, the other guards closed around me and grabbed me in different places. Two of them were holding each arm, one of them was tightly gripping the back of my neck and another was **g my shirt.

My eyes widened and I was filled with horror. This was not a

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joke. Safiya had actually planned with Georgina and they had lied about my dad’s condition getting worse. She wanted these guards to take me away and probably kill me. She had probably convinced everyone that I had pushed her.

I looked at her as tears started to leave my eye in torrents. “Safiya, what the f**k?” I cried in a quiet voice. I did not know if it was from relief at the realization of the fact that my father was actually not dying, or anger and pain at the level of hatred my sister had for me.

“Let me go. You know I didn’t touch you,” I cried, losing strength in my knees and collapsing to the ground. The guards held unto my hands in their position and that kept my hands at an awkward, painful angle. My neck was hurting and my short. which was being gripped behind me was choking me.

I didn’t move.

“Aunt Lyra!” I heard Francisco shout and my head immediately jerked up. Francisco… *, **Francisco and Lyra were here. This had been a trap for not only me but for all three of us. Safiya hated Francisco, probably more than she hated me and I did not want to imagine what she would do to him.

“What the f**k?!” I heard Lyra scream from outside the door. “Get your slimy f***g hands off me, you motherf**r!” She screamed with fury and I could only imagine the trauma she and Francisco were going through.

Tlooked at Safiya with a wild, panicked look in my eyes. “Safiya, stop this.” I said, shaking my head.

“Or what?” She asked with a smirk, climbing out of the bed. There was no sign of physical injury on her. What the hell was I here for, then? Why the hell was she doing this??

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“I warned you. I tried to tell you to leave Kaiden alone-” I cut her off.

“I thought this was about your injury,” I said with despair. “I was getting to that!” She snapped, glaring at me. She evened out her expression and her evil smile came back on her face.

I could only stare. “You even had to make your friend go after him too and when I tried to talk to you about it, you got upset and pushed me–”

“I didn’t, Safiya. You know I didn’t! What do you want from me?” I yelled at her. “Let them go! Let Francisco and Lyra go. You have

problem with me, leave them out of it,” I said, fighting back a wave of fresh tears as I heard Francisco sobbing from outside the door.

“Mommy…” He called and my heart constricted in my chest. Safiya gave me a mocking pout and then signalled something to the guard behind me. I turned around to look at him when he grunted his understanding of her sign but a needle pierced my neck and the content of the syringe it was attached to was pushed into my bloodstream.

I lost consciousness immediately