Leilani.
I woke up to the sound of beeping monitors and shuffling feet scrambling about the room.
Slowly peeling my eyes open, I wasn’t so surprised when I found myself in a hospital room, on a hospital bed. However, what surprised me was the middle aged doctor hovering over me, his brows furrowed in worry as he checked for my pulse.
"Her breathing is erratic, and her pulse isn’t stable too. Also, I don’t think we should take out more blood from her as she’s already so pale, she might not survive this if we continue to—"
"My other daughter, the one who’s more important needs the blood. So I don’t care if we drain Leilani clean, as long as Chalice is saved!" My father’s gruff voice pierced through the room and my heart, but I struggled not to react.
I struggled to act like I was still unconscious too even though it took everything in me not to cry out in anguish. Even though all I wanted to do was to back myself into a corner and cry out my eyes.
"But..." the doctor began, obviously about to argue, when Gavin suddenly struck him hard, his hard eyes hardening even more as he regarded the doctor with contempt.
"Do as my father says. No one cares about this wench in the first place!" He growled, and for some reason, that hurt even more.
Whatever was left of my heart shattered into a million pieces, and whatever hope I clung to before now seemed lost as it finally dawned on me that these people didn’t care one bit about me.
They never loved me.
They will never love me.
Tears trickled down the corner of my closed eyes as I listened to them berate the doctor even more, and I laid still, unmoving as the doctor did as told, dutifully draining me of more blood until I began to feel lightheaded and nauseous. And he didn’t even stop when a nurse barged in and gasped;
"She’s so pale! She’s almost blue!"
But my family didn’t care. All they cared about was Chalice. All they cared about was giving my blood to her.
What hurt the most was the fact that my mates were there too, but do you want to know what they were only concerned about?
Whether the blood taken was enough for Chalice.
If they could be tested too to see if the doctors could take some from them as well.
My body shook, my shivering intensifying with each passing second. But I was not shaking from the cold. I was shaking from the heartache. The pain. And the betrayal.
I do not know for how long I laid there letting my body get battered by the people who should protect me, but soon, the world began to spin again. The only sounds I could hear was that of my blood rushing in my ears. All I could feel was the taste of my blood in my mouth.
Suddenly, the sound of the heart monitor picking up my erratic heartbeat filled the room and I heard as doctors scrambled around to stabilize me. But I was too far gone.
The world slowly went dark, and soon I slipped into unconsciousness.
—
I stood to the side of the cemetery with my eyes hidden behind hideous glasses as I watched the ceremony unfolding before me and my very perfect family hugging each other at the front.
As usual, I was left out, but this time, I didn’t care. For some reason, grandmother’s death had hardened something within me. It finally corroded my need to feel among, quieted the inner child in me that wanted to be loved.
My heart felt heavy, but this didn’t have anything to do with the fact that my skin was covered in heavy makeup to hide my scars and pain inflicted upon me by my family, but everything to do with the fact that I was being punished for a crime I didn’t even commit.
I wasn’t the one who killed grandma.
In fact, her murderer was standing at the front of the crowd, lodged between my supposed mates, whilst crying softly into a handkerchief.
She looked like the perfect depiction of innocent elegance, and damn, even I for the first time saw what everyone else saw about her.
Chalice chuckled low and dark, again her fingers began to trail down my arm but this time, I flinched away from her touch. This time, it burned.
She sneered; "Because what’s there not to hate? First, you go ahead to be the smart one. The one loved by all, leaving me with nothing but scraps of their attention... and then to top it all, the stupid motherfucking moon goddess decides to pair you with the hottest guys in the pack—"
The laugh that wrenched free from my chest was dripping in sarcasm. I barked; "I had all the love and attention? Come on, Chalice!"
A flicker of something dark crossed my sister’s features before she turned away. Ignoring my question, she spat;
"Now between us girls, you need to know that I didn’t intend to push grandma that hard... All I wanted to do was to teach her a lesson, to hurt her a little bit. I never knew she wasn’t even strong enough to begin with!"
"How dare you!" I growled, my anger rising as I turned to face her.
I briefly saw a smug smile flash across Chalice’s face before her face morphed into a look of horror. She stumbled back, looking mortified and then fell to the floor in front of me, her face flushed as a loud pained cry slipped through her lips.
My eyes widened, I gasped. "But I didn’t... I didn’t even touch you!"
My family that had been busy doing ’other things’ turned to us at the sound of Chalice’s cry, and I vaguely heard their thundering footsteps as they approached me.
And then—
Bam!
"You monster!" My father growled as he punched me square in the face. I heard the faint sound of my bone cracking, and heard the gurgling sound from the back of my throat as my blood rushed forward. And then came the pain.
I screamed.

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