My parents and brothers wanted me to die, but when I did, they regretted it.

" "You, who is the father of your illegitimate child?" My parents demanded to know frantically. They wanted to find out who fathered the child I was carrying. I looked at them and suddenly laughed, "The kidnapper." Shock froze my parents and brother, leaving them pale-faced. I continued softly, "Don't you remember? The kidnapper asked for ransom, but you chose to save your other beloved daughter instead, saying I needed to learn a lesson." My mother slumped onto the sofa. "That's impossible. We just wanted to teach you not to bully Adeline. We never thought..." I knelt before my mother, "You never considered that the kidnapper might violate me, did you?" Without waiting for her to respond, I pressed on, "Did you really think a group of male kidnappers would show mercy?" My mother opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, "When I returned home covered in scars, why did no one ask me about them?" "You didn't come to rescue me. You just took Adeline away." "You didn't come on the first day, or the second, or even after a whole month..." "Did you think the kidnapper still believed they could get a ransom?" Now it's over. I'm dying. 1 The next day, as I prepared to go to the hospital for surgery, I ran into Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Adeline's stomach issues had flared up again, and the whole family was anxiously by her side. I went to the doctor's office, confirmed my surgery time, and then left to handle my admission paperwork. Asher saw me and grabbed my arm, with Adeline glaring fiercely behind him. "Why are you at the hospital? Adeline's not eating because of you, and now she's sick. What more do you want?" Asher accused harshly. I waved him off, "I'm not here to see you." To me, the Beckett family had become distant, like strangers. Since I decided not to be part of the Beckett family anymore, I would sever all ties with them, just like... my parents had done with me. Perhaps, deep down, I did have the same cold blood as the Beckett family. I shook off Asher and turned to leave. I used to always watch the backs of Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Now I finally didn't have to. The biopsy results came back, confirming a stage 4 brain tumor. Surgery was no longer an option, and the child couldn't be kept. How could I keep the child? When I got off the operating table, I felt like I had lost half my life. I slept for two days, but it felt like just a light nap. If death is like this, it doesn't seem too hard to accept. The doctor said my abortion was successful, but the cancer had spread. I knew my time was shorter. A month later, I was discharged, with the doctor advising me to continue chemotherapy. It was then I received a call from Adeline. She said if I was leaving the Beckett family, I should do it thoroughly. She arranged to meet me at the coffee shop to return my belongings. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at t...