After being reborn, I slapped my selfish younger sister.
Chapter 1
My sister, Ashley, has this scar on her face.
I got it for her when I rescued her from a
kidnapper years ago.
He slashed her with a knife.
For years, she’s hated me for it.
She bullied me at school.
She even got some of the local hoodlums to
rough me up.
And then, she tricked me into going hiking
with her.
She pushed me off a cliff.
Her eyes were full of glee.
“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have this scar,”
she screamed.
“I would have landed the quarterback!”
<
But if I hadn’t stopped that psycho kidnapper,
she would have been dead.
My left hand got chopped off when I tried to
block the knife.
I blinked, and suddenly I was back on the day
Ashley got snatched.
This time, I decided to give her what she
wanted.
I watched with cold eyes as she was led away
by a stranger.
- 1.
The streetlights were dim.
When we got to the park, my mom’s eyes lit
- up.
She immediately dropped Ashley’s hand.
“Go play, but don’t wander off.”
Then, she sat down at a folding table to play
mahjong.
く
She stopped when she got tired.
I was watching from inside the convenience
store.
I could see everything through the glass
doors.
Sure enough, it didn’t take a minute.
Some strange guy came up to Ashley and
started talking to her.
After a few words, she seemed ready to go
with him.
Just like last time.
Last time, I saw Ashley being led away, and
my gut screamed.
I chased after them, nearly tripping a bunch
of times.
I knew there was strength in numbers, so I
yelled for help.
I tried to get someone’s attention.
Some big guys nearby saw what was
happening and walked over.
く
They started questioning the man.
That pissed him off, big time.
His face turned mean.
He pulled out a knife and started slashing at
the crowd.
I grabbed Ashley in the chaos.
But I was barely ten years old.
My arms were weak, and I couldn’t dodge fast
enough.
The kidnapper was full of rage, and he swung
the knife at Ashley.
My heart leaped into my throat
I reached out to block it.
The knife slammed into my arm.
Pain exploded through me.
My hand was severed on the spot.
I blacked out from the agony.
Ashley fell to the ground.
Everything went crazy.
The kidnapper managed to slash Ashley’s
face, leaving a long, bloody gash.
But at least she was safe.
The kidnapper was going to jail.
I never imagined Ashley would hate me for
that scar.
“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have this scar!”
My hand was gone.
She shrieked, “It wasn’t just you there! You
just had to be the hero. Don’t blame anyone
for losing your hand!”
“I was smart enough to escape on my own!”
“Besides, Mom was close by. Nothing would
have happened to me!”
“It’s because of you I have this scar. You
deserved to die, not just lose a hand.”
It wasn’t just words.
At school, she made sure people bullied me.
They cut my face and body, leaving scars of
their own.
Later, she and my parents tricked me into
く
She waited until I wasn’t paying attention and
then pushed me off the cliff.
She was smiling like a maniac.
“I’ve wanted you dead for so long. Now my
wish came true!”
“Consider this payback for my scar!”
I fell.
My body was torn apart by wild dogs.
I died with so much anger.
And my parents saw the whole thing.
They lied to the cops for Ashley.
“She just tripped and fell. Ashley had nothing
to do with it.”
Thinking about it now, a wave of anger
washed over me.
I looked at Ashley standing outside the glass
door.
She was all alone.
A dark smile flickered across my face.
Today I wouldn’t lift a finger to help her.
I was going to watch her try to save herself.
- 2.
