Killer machine

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Chapter. 1

Every day, Hanum Permatasari, a thirteen year old girl, goes to the hospital to wait for her father who is hospitalized. Hanum, who had just come home from school, immediately pedaled hers mini bike to the hospital. She ignored the hot sun, all that was on hers mind was wanting to quickly meet hers father. Arriving in front of the hospital, Hanum got off hers bicycle, wiping the sweat from hers forehead. The little girl led her bicycle into the hospital yard. Mr. Narto, the parking attendant at the hospital called him...

"Hanum... quickly put your bicycle here!"

The little girl guided her bicycle while reaching into the skirt pocket of her school uniform. Two coins were taken out and then shoved in front of Mr. Narto.

"This is my bicycle parking money, Mr. Narto."

Mr. Narto smiled while stroking Hanum's head.

"Just save your money, your bicycle is free to park here. Hurry up and meet your father, Hanum."

The little girl smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Narto."

After leaning his bicycle near the parking lot fence, Hanum ran down the hospital hall way. Still panting for breath, Hanum immediately stopped in front of the patient's room. Slowly the little girl entered the patient's room, saw her father lying down. The little girl's eyes twinkled when she saw the smile on her father's lips. Hanum kissed his father's right hand.

"Assalam Mualaikuum, father. Hanum came straight home from school."

Hers father pointed at the wall clock, saying...

"Waalaikum salam, Hanum. Dad always looks at the clock on the wall, waiting for you to come."

This little girl dragged a chair near her father's bed and told her about all the activities at school. Hanum's chatter was encouragement for her father to recover. Finally Hanum fell asleep in the chair, his head lying on his father's pillow. Before it was half past four in the afternoon, the sound of a knock on the door woke Hanum, Hanum immediately got up from hers chair and walked out of the room to see the plants in the front yard of the patient's room. A nurse and professor Doctor Wijayanto came to examine Hanum's father.

"How is my condition? Can I recover?"

Prof. Dr. Wijayanto sighed.

"Sorry, I have tried to help cure you but the blood cancer is in the final stage."

Hanum's father turned him gaze to look at Hanum from the window.

"Prof. Dr.. Wijayanto, my wife has died and I live with Hanum. If I die, she will definitely be alone."

Prof. Wijayanto and the nurse were surprised to hear this patient's words. Hanum's father continued speaking..

"I don't want Hanum to go to an orphanage even though she will become an orphan."

Prof. Wijayanto saw the nurse standing next to her who was changing the IV bottle. Prof. Wijayanto sat in a chair next to the patient's bed, saying...

"God willing, tomorrow I will invite my wife to meet you."

"Yes, Prof. Wijayanto."

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The next day, prof. Dr. Wijayanto and his wife met hers father Hanum who was still lying down.

"Hanum's father, this is my wife. Yesterday we talked about you and your daughter Hanum."

Hanum's father smiled and nodded. Prof.'s wife Dr Wijayanto immediately spoke...

"Thank God, Allah answered my prayer. A year after I gave birth to twin boys, I couldn't get pregnant because my uterus was removed."

Hanum's father immediately looked at Prof. Dr. Wijayanto who was sitting stood next to his wife who continued speaking.

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