Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

The bright headlights made my consciousness begin to blur.

"No..." I kept struggling.

I didn’t want to lose this child.

"Sophia! Damien, don’t touch her!"

"Damien, she’s not Sophia! Don’t do this! You’re scaring me!"

"Sophia, don’t diel I beg you not to leave me!" Damien cried and hugged me. He was begging me not to die.

Juliet and Violette’s voices grew fainter.

"Damien, you bastard."

Violette continued to curse at him.

I tried desperately to open my eyes, but my consciousness grew increasingly blurrish.

"Save her! Doctor!"

"The child can’t be saved..."

"Save the child at all costs! Make sure both the mother and the child are safe!"

I heard Damien’s voice choked with sobs. He was begging the doctor to save the child in my belly.

What was he doing? Was he regretting it now? What was he thinking? Was he thinking about the scene when the police found my body?

"Please, doctor, save the child. She has already lost one child and can’t lose this

one. I beg you."

Damien went crazy. He pleaded with the doctor to save me and the child.

Juliet cried and tried to stop Damien. "Damien, when will you wake up? She’s not Sophia. Her name Is Sofia. Even if they look alike, she’s not Sophia! Wake up!"

Damien ignored Juliet.

"Damien! What’s so good about Sophia? You know how evil the real Sophia is! You clearly despised her!" Juliet cried out of jealousy. Why did he suddenly change? Why did he seem like a completely different person, like he’d gone mad, since Sophia’s death?

"Damien, look at yourself now. You’re actually willing to suicide for Sophia! Now you’re willing to sacrifice your life for another woman who looks like her! Damien, what do you take me for?" Juliet shouted in jealousy.

I could hear Juliet crying and questioning Damien.

Suicide?

Would someone like him really commit suicide for me? Stop being ridiculous.

"That lunatic is finally dead! Haha! He’s finally dead!" Juliet was still mad. She must have heard about Dexter falling off the cliff and gone crazy with joy.

"He’s finally dead! Simeon is dead too! The two monsters from the Double Stars Welfare Home are finally dead! They should have died a long time ago! Why do they have talents? Why does God give them special treatment? Such geniuses should die! Everyone should be equal as ordinary people, shouldn’t they?"

"Shut up!"

I heard a slap. It must have been Violette who couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped Juliet.

"Violette! Do you really believe Sophia is a good person? You’re the only one who sees her as a friend! Let me tell you what she did back in the orphanage when someone admired her red dress and wanted it. She seemed like an innocent angel to everyone, earning praise for her sweetness and charm. But behind closed doors, she’d take a knife, kill the chickens, and smear their blood on the person eyeing her dress, staining their clothing red. Then she’d casually joke about how she’d help dye their dress red every day since they liked it so much."

Juliet trembled as she spoke, as if recalling something terrible. "Sophia is nothing but a lunatic. She and Dexter are made for each other! Both of them deserve to die!"

"Shut up!" This time it was Damien who shouted at Juliet.

"She’s not. She’s just sick. Dr. Jones said Sophia was just traumatized when she was a child. He can help Sophia recover and forget those bad memories." Damien was actually trying to justify me.

Damien went on murmuring.

"There can be a second time when there is a first. I didn’t believe what Dr. Jones said before. This time I will make sure she stays by my side. I will make her forget those unhappy things and forget everything. with that lunatic. She’ll only remember me and come back to me."

"She’s not Sophia!" Juliet cried.

I started to panic too. I wanted to struggle and wake up.

I was scared... I was scared that my memory loss actually had something to do with Peter. I was scared of forgetting Dexter again,

No. I didn’t want to forget him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How was Sophia so cool to kill a chicken? Stop spreading rumors. Let me tell you, even if Sophia really killed chickens and smeared blood, that person deserved it,

Violette retorted at Juliet.

"All of you are deceived by her." Juliet gritted her teeth.

"Why isn’t anyone deceived by you then? Aren’t you quite the fox? Damien was blind, but why did he suddenly wake up? Do you know what that means? It means you’re not enough, you bitch."

Violette and Juliet started fighting.

"Stop it! This is a hospital" the nurse scolded them.

Soon, it became quiet outside.

I continued to struggle, praying that Violette wouldn’t leave, that she wouldn’t give Damien the chance to take me away.

I was terrified....

I was terrified that he would actually take me to see Peter.

I was terrified of forgetting Dexter.

"The patient is very weak. The child has been temporarily saved, but we need to observe her for a while. Meanwhile, she cannot endure any more stress," the doctor explained to Damien before leaving.

"Thank you... Thank you, doctor."

"I’m only doing my job."

"How’s Sophia doing?"

Just when I thought I might wake up soon, I suddenly heard the voice of a middle–aged man.

It was Peter.

My nerves immediately tightened.

"Sophia hasn’t woken up yet, but the child has been saved." Damien let out a sigh of relief.

"You need to get those two women arguing over there to leave and then take Sophia away." Peter sounded somewhat displeased.

I panicked and wanted to open my eyes. I didn’t want him to take me away!

I didn’t know if my memory loss was related to Peter, but since he was a psychiatrist, I couldn’t trust him.

I even found him frightening.

"Mr. Peter, will it work?" Damien whispered.

"Don’t worry. It will work." Peter sounded confidently.

The more confident he sounded, the more frightened I became.

Memories began to slowly resurface.

I remembered my parents sending me to the mental hospital, where I met Peter.

My first impression of him was that he was terrifying.

His smile was too gentle. He called my name and said, "Sophia, come with me."

He took my hand and led me down a long corridor. The wards were filled with patients wearing hospital gowns. I looked at them and then turned to see my crying parents standing at the end of the hallway.

They were desperate for me to become a normal, likable child.

"Sophia, here are two oranges. If I want one will you give it to me?" He took me to the therapy room to begin my assessment tests.

I looked at him indifferently, as if he were asking a foolish question I didn’t want to answer.

"Sophia, if you made a friend and she envied your two oranges and tried to steal them when you weren’t looking, how would you handle the situation?"

"Cut off her hands."

I sounded cold in my memory, unlike that of a child my age.

My answer stunned the nurse standing nearby. She couldn’t believe it and asked Peter, "Is she really just five years old?"

They observed me for a while and even let me interact with other children. They allowed older, stronger children to bully me and watched me like I was an experiment.

In the end, without determining the cause of my condition, Peter diagnosed me with severe emotional and cognitive disorders.

I watched him through the glass window. Like an executioner, his voice chilling as he said, "Apply for transcranial magnetic stimulation combined with hypnotherapy for her. If the effect is not significant, then apply for electroconvulsive therapy."

"Dr. Jones, she’s just a child."

Peter took a sharp breath. "Have you ever seen teenage boys intimidated by a five–year–old girl?"

As my memories slowly cleared, I became even more frightened.

Peter’s so–called treatment for me involved hypnosis and physical stimulation.

No wonder I suffered memory loss.

If Damien handed me over to Peter, there was a high probability that I would forget everything again and everything related to Dexter.

"Sophia did forget a lot of things after her car accident. I was the one who didn’t cherish her." Damien pretended to act guilty.

The truth was he wanted me to lose my memory to keep me trapped.

I struggled in fear. I didn’t want to forget again, to repeat the cycle, to be trapped by Damien’s emotions, without being able to fight back!

"Dexter..."

"Dexter, save me..." I struggled desperately and cried out.

"Dexter, you had to come and save me!"