Chapter 7 Three days after leaving the Sinclairs ' , I'm cleaning my room , thinking I can finally live in peace . My phone starts buzzing like crazy . " Have you seen Twitter ? Marlena's going totally insane with posts ! " My friend sounds terrified . My hands shake slightly as I open the app . What I see on the screen makes me stop breathing . Marlena's created over a dozen fake accounts , going viral with my photos . She photoshopped them , putting my face in all kinds of disgusting scenarios . Sinclair Foster Daughter's True Nature Exposed !] Playing the victim for sympathy , but look what she really does ! ] See what this monster is capable of ! ] Each post has thousands of shares , the comments are pure filth . My breathing gets rapid , feels like a boulder's crushing my chest . was just celebrating my new life , and now I feel like I'm being dragged back to hell . No , I can't let her win . take a deep breath , forcing myself to stay calm . wenty years of suffering taught me strength - I won't let her destroy me again . When Garrett finds out , his face goes dark as thunder . fis fists are clenched so tight they're making noise : " She's lost it . Completely lost her mind . " I've arranged protection for you , " he tells me , his eyes full of guilt and rage . nod , but I know this is just the beginning . Carlena with nothing left to lose is like a cornered animal - she'll be even more vicious . are enough , Brighton comes to see me the next day . te's holding a bank card , looking totally wrecked . I'm sorry " His voice is barely a whisper . eeing his trendding shoulders , I feel complicated emotions . You're a victim too . " don't take the card , keeping my voice gentle " Hating her is your right " Brighton jerks his head up , tears shining in his eyes . " I thought she really loved me " She only loves herself . " After Brighton leaves , I continue my life . Collecting scrap , selling it , saving money . I'm going to survive with my own hands , never depending on anyone again . 22:22 From ' Beloved Daughter ' to ' Dead Burden ' ? Now Watch Your Perfect Family ' BURN ! 28.8 % Chapter 7 A rainy night . I'm pushing my cart down the familiar road , rain hitting my face , kind of cold . Ive walked this road countless times - I could find my way home with my eyes closed . Suddenly , I hear an engine in the distance . A beat up van stops by the roadside , headlights blazing so bright I can't see . I ignore it and keep walking . Still thinking about where to collect scrap tomorrow - life finally has hope . The engine gets louder , closer . I glance back instinctively- That van is charging straight at me ! High speed , like a rabid beast in the rainy night , headlights cutting deadly arcs through the darkness . My blood freezes instantly , my brain goes blank . I want to dodge , but the cart's too heavy , my legs feel like lead . The terror of death crashes over me like a tsunami . At that critical moment , a figure rushes out from the side . Watch out ! " t's Brighton ! ie uses all his strength to push me away , but gets hit by the van himself . The screech of brakes pierces the rainy night . I hit the ground , watching Brighton lying in a pool of blood , crimson slowly spreading in the rainwater . Brighton ! " I scream with everything I have , crawling toward him . fis eyes are unfocused , but there's a relieved smile on his lips : " Sis ... I'm sorry ... "