Chapter 39

A sharp pain erupted from my palm where I held the metal and I saw a pool of blood was streaming through it. My visions became to blur and I gulped down before gathering all my energy to pull out my palm from the sharp material and-- I won. My palm has a tiny hole in it and I could able to see red flesh. I felt dizzy all of the sudden and when I was about to fall down, someone grabbed my shoulder and steadied myself. A gasp escaped from her mouth and I know who it was. "Let him go, Harry," She yelled at him while Kevin shoved him away from Karl who was bleeding so badly lying on the floor whose condition was worst than mine. Karl stared at me with his swollen eyes and his eyes soften when he saw my bleeding hand. He closed his eyes and his body went numb. "What the hell, Kevin. I want to kill him." Harry angrily roared. "Enough Harry," Kevin yelled at him before letting go of his hand. "Sheila, you are bleeding. Come to the medical room before it gets worst," Quinn said with a panic tone that got his attention. He turned his heels to look at me and his eyes instantly met my bleeding hand. His eyes held an expression of horror before he ran towards me but I stopped him in his midst raising my other hand. "Don't," I warned tears are pooling down through my cheeks, not because my hand was hurting like a bitch. It's because I saw him first time losing his sense and hitting someone terribly which would almost take his life. "Sheila, calm down. Let me take you to the medical room." He came near me and attempted to grab my hands but I pushed him away. The contact of my soaked red palm left a red stain of my five fingers on his white shirt just where his heart is beating. I flinched when I felt a sharp pain, it's like someone is stabbing my arm frequently. I badly need a good treatment now. Giving one last glance towards Karl who was lying on the floor unconsciously, I made my way towards the medical room having Quinn with my side. * Sheila's POV: "The injury is so deep, please take care of you. Don't get near the water until your wound gets dry." The nurse said pulling the knot around my palm. "Okay," I said faintly eyeing my bandage covered palm. I thanked her before walking out of the medical room and there I saw Harry was standing near the office room, the one next to the medical, wearing nothing but a worried expression on his face looking in our direction. Once he saw we were coming out of the room, he took a step to approach us. "Quinn, I want to be alone, please." I said more enough to hear him. She nodded her head and walked towards Harry while I turned my heels and walking towards the opposite direction of him badly expecting a break from this drama. --- It has been two hours since I was sitting alone in the playground. No one is here, that somehow gave me peace to my mind. I wanted to go home but there is no way in hell. I have no key for the house, Quinn offered me a spare key the day I was welcomed in their house but I refused to take and now I'm regretting my decision why I didn't accept her offer. As I was drowning in my own trance of thought, I felt someone's presence behind me. Anger rose in my body when I realized who would be that, cause he won't leave my side even when I'm looking for a time to kill him. "Can you please leave me alone," I shouted not looking at his face but my face went pale that shut my mouth tightly when I turned around to see him the last person in my mind whose face was severely injured, he has a bandage on his left cheeks and a cut on his lips. "May I talk to you for a minute," He asked and I nodded my head even though I wanted to leave this place especially from him. He took a seat beside me not too close. "I'm sorry, Sheila." He whispered. I looked at him like he has grown with two heads. No way in the world the great legend the one and only Karl Parker came here to seek my forgiveness. "Please stop your drama. I had enough of you. Just tell me what you want." I said sternly masking my face as straight as ever ignoring my pounding heartbeat. He let out a small laugh that covered with a painful crown before he looks at me. "I know you are hating me and don't even wanna spend a second with me but please just give me a minute. I will explain everything." He said calmly. "So, now you have the reason for whatever pain you caused me, aren't you? Don't tell me you did all of this just for fun. You spoiled my life, you took everything from me. You... You even burnt my 12 years of education, you humiliated me in front of the students, you made me drink against my will and took me to your house, and you did a lot of horrible things that I can't forget. How are you going to explain everything, huh?" I spat at him. His eyes illustrated guiltiness and he looked down ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Sheila. I know I don't have an explanation for all of these, but I really feel sorry. Please forgive me." His eyes met mine and I could read the sincerity on there though I don't want to believe him. What if he is playing another game? But for an unknown reason, I wanted to give him a chance. Everyone deserves a chance to prove their guiltiness.