<h4>Chapter 169: I Am Sorry Kiddo</h4>


    (Author’s POV)


    "Jeffery Yates wants to adopt this bitch. Do you know what that means?" Palmer Hill asked Lance, while she held Myra’s delicate chin roughly, her nails dug into her cheeks.


    Myra was a sobbing mess. Her eyes were veiny and red. She was scared, truly scared. Palmer Hill was behaving like a mad person. There was something in her eyes, she was bloodthirsty.


    Palmer then smirked viciously as she said, while looking Myra’s horrific state, "Don’t worry, Lance. Do you think I kidnapped her without a n? I have a solid one in my kitty. We can cute her tongue and feed it to dogs. Once she bes mute and unworthy, neither will she be able to tell anyone nor Jeffery will want to adopt her."


    Myra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How evil and venomous Palmer Hill was towards her, a mere five year old child.


    Tears spilled like fountain, as theynded on Palmer’s dorsal side of the hand. She was getting frantic as she shook her head, wanting to free herself but she couldn’t shake Palmer’s iron grip.


    With tremor in her voice, Myra pleaded, "Ms. Hill, please ...... please don’t do this to me. Spare me. I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear. Please let me go. I will be a good child who will listen to your everymand. But please, let go of me."


    Palmer Hill was enjoying Myra’s terrified state. She startedughing, herughter turning maniacal. With a shrill voice she spat, "What a day, my~ my? The girl who never pleaded even when I did beat you like a rat you are, is begging me. How refreshing. This cursed child is begging me. I am loving it."


    By this time, Palmer had lost all of her sanity. If she could, she wanted to kill Myra. But killing her would be a buzzkill. She was a twisted person and wanted to torture Myra.


    Ever since she became the warden at Hope and Will Orphanage, Myra had irked her interested. She was a stubborn brat who would stand up for other children mistreatment. Though, she was just three year old at that time, she would advocate and defend every single child, with her slurry vocabry. She has stick out like a sore thumb.


    Myra was strong willed, which irritated Palmer. So. She would always pick on her and then torture her.


    In the beginning, she would not provide Myra food for a whole day. Then it turned into several days. After a period of time, this punishment became boring so she started abusing her verbally, throwing insults and curses t Myra.


    Soon, those verbal abuses turned into physical beating.


    She left Myra’s face and backed away.


    Lance who was with Palmer looked at Myra with intense eyes. Myra tried to plead with him, "Mr. please help me. I won’t tell a soul. Pleaseeeeeeee." He looked the other way as he clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He then shoved a ragged cloth in her mouth as he whispered, ’It won’t hurt as much."


    He then turned around and walked away, looking for Palmer.


    Myra was devasted. Her head was hammering and her entire body was aching. She was even running a fever. Cold sweat kept trickling down her forehead. Her clothes were dampened and soaked as well.


    She tried to scream, yell, anything for help but she could only produce faint and muffled noise. She tried to look at where she was.


    The wooden room was humid and damp. The flooring in it creaked when Palmer and Lance walked on it. There was a small window through which sunlit was prickling inside. There was some bones and flesh bundled in a corner, making Myra puke. The smell inside the room was horrible.


    Myra tried to calm herself and think where she could be. ording to her, there was no such ce on the orphanagend like this. She squeezed her eyes shut and remembered something. ’This might be the shack which is at some distance from the orphanage. This means I am near the orphanage. If I somehow free myself and run back, maybe I can still survive.’


    Palmer had tied Myra’s hands on an iron chair which was rusting. Its sharp edges were digging at her back and hands. She leaned forward and raised her hands toe into positing. Then she started rubbing the rope, in order to cut it.


    This went on for five minutes, but the rope was sturdy. Myra was getting exhausted but she couldn’t afford to stop. Her life was on the line. She kept pushing and rubbing at it, her fragile body was on the verge of copsing.


    Soon, she saw a breakthrough as the rope became a little loose but it still was not enough.


    Myra’s determination didn’t dete rather she started scarping her hands up and down enthusiastically. She was determined to get out of this ce.


    The sudden creaking sound made Myra halt what she was doing. She leaned back and sat straight, without making any movement. The door creaked as Lance entered the ce with a sharp object.


    Myra looked straight at him and gulped hard, thinking, "Is it all over? Has hee back to cut my tongue as Palmer said before?’


    Tears started to form in Myra’s eyes again as she shook her head while looking at Lance.


    Lance came closer and closer with a knife in his hand. He stood in front of Myra and took off the cloth from her mouth, as he mumbled, "I am sorry kiddo."


    Myra closed her eyes as she clenched her hands tightly. But what happened next stunned her.


    The rope loosened and fell of as Lance stabbed that knife in his own chest.


    She opened her eyes to see this sudden turn of event. She was puzzled as well as scared. The confusion was quite evident on her face.


    Lance, with pale lips and a knife piercing his chest, mumbled with a groan, "Run kiddo ... run. Palmer .... She is soon going t~ o ....e."


    "But Mr. why~ .... why did you, why did you do this?" Myra asked him as she stood up and looked down at Lance.


    Lance smiled weakly at her and said, "I am just repenting my wrong doings. Don’t was~ te t~ ime, just run."


    Myra nodded and ran outside the shack. She was barefooted and bruised all over but she didn’t stop.


    After five minutes of running, she could see her orphanage’s main gate. Her body was tired and weak but her steps didn’t slow down. She ran at full speed. There was a luxurious car parked outside the orphanage which she recognized as Jeffery’s.


    Myra sprinted towards the steps and twisted her foot as she tumbled down from the stairs. A loud and ear piercing, painful groan escaped her mouth as shended on the uneven brick floor.


    The orphanage director and a man in suit came outside and saw Myra in such a devastating state.


    When Jeffery saw Myra, he bolted towards her and picked her up in his arms.


    Myra, with a grunting voice, said to Jeffery, "Pleas~ .... e save ..... that man. The shack~ .... Outside ..... the orphanage."


    Jeffery looked at the director with sharp eyes as the director immediately asked someone to go to the ce Myra had mentioned. He then looked at the person who came with him and said, "Find out what happened and don’t let anyone run away."


    The person nodded at hismand, "On it."


    After giving these orders, Jeffery wasted no time, ced Myra on the backseat of his car and drove off to a nearby hospital.


    Soon, he got news from his father’s assistant Harry that inside the ce which Myra mentioned, a man was found with a stab wound on his chest. The hospital director told them he was a friend of the warden. He was admitted to the hospital as well.


    dly, Lance survived and with teary eyes he confessed to his crimes and told them about Palmer’s vicious ns. He told them everything.


    Palmer Hill had already run off and police was searching for her everywhere. A bounty was announced.


    After two days, Myra regained consciousness and got to know what had happened. She was d that Lance had survived and she went to him to ask him the real reason.


    Lance came clean and told her that he and Palmer had a girl child who passed away when she was two due to their negligence. He always felt guilty and when he saw Myra in that state. He pledged to make everything right and atone for his sins.


    He knew Palmer was a greedy person but he loved her too much and that’s why he never broke up with her despite her evil nature. But this incident turned out to be ast straw. He couldn’t let a child suffer such horrific punishment because of his girlfriend’s madness.


    Soon, Palmer was found and arrested and she was diagnosed with mental illness. She was sent to a psychiatric hospital and Lance was sent to prison.


    To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .