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I frown, wondering why Kellan had such denial.
“Both Jaxon and Kellan were still really young at that time, so Jaxon could be mistaken because the condition of Kellan’s health was far more complicated than that,” Stas says.
“What about Fenrir? What did he say?” I ask with anticipation.
Stas shakes his head. “Fenrir didn’t talk to me, but he seemed to have a different opinion. Otherwise, he would have done something about it. He was the only parent figure for both Jaxon and Kellan. It was possible that Jaxon got the wrong idea. He was too young to understand the complications of Kellan’s health condition.”
“Why didn’t Kellan try to consult another doctor?” I ask, and Zoe nods, signaling that she has the same thought as mine.
Stas shakes his head sadly. “Kellan is sensitive. He feels too much. It seems that the accident caused him too much trauma that made him want to forget about any hope he had left, including the possibility of him having his sight back. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if he had to experience being crushed all over again.”
Again, my heart hurts for Kellan. I wish I could do something to change that, to make him have faith and hope again. He was only a little boy on the day his world crumbled, so it could indeed destroy him.
Besides, Kellan has been living in this horrible environment all his life, one that is definitely not good for any child to grow up.
“Thank you for sharing me this,” I say to Stas.
Even though I don’t know if I can help Kellan or not, the story Stas just shared has given me more insight about Kellan and his family.
Chapter 21
Layla
“Layla.”
Someone is calling me. The voice is familiar. I know who it is.
It’s Kellan.
“Who’s there?” I find myself asking the question. I can hear the voice, but I can’t see anything. It’s really dark. “Kellan?”
A little light appears in front of me, but it’s dimmed. I can see a path ahead of me. An old path, so dirty.
Still, everything around me is dark. I can only see the path.
“Kellan, are you there?” My voice is laced with panic and urgency. “Where are you?”
“Layla.” His voice calls me again, filled with pain.
And now, I’m running. There’s only one path ahead of me, so I don’t have any choice but to follow it.
“Kellan,” I shout, bringing my legs as fast as I can. “Are you in pain? Hold on. I’m coming. I’m coming for you.”
The path suddenly stops, and it becomes a totaldarkness again. My heart thumps so hard against my ribcage.
“A disgusting slave like you deserves to be rotted in this place,” another voice echoes. A man’s. Unfamiliar.
Then at a sudden, I see a dark dungeon before me. It consists of cells, like a prison. A jail.
Something pushes me forward, and one of the cell doors opens. I stumble into it, and the door closes behind me.
My hands are trembling as I try to stand up. I grip the bars of the cell door, shaking them violently.
“No, please,” I scream. “Let me go.”
But what I find is only silence. Total silence. I can even hear my ragged breathing. Fear engulfs me.
“Somebody help me,” I shout. Please.”
