She’s My Sleeping Pill

Chapter 474 - NOT SO CRUEL



Chapter 474 – NOT SO CRUEL

Dominic and Luiz went out to buy food for Chris. He stayed up all night because of what happened and they thought that he might be hungry. Cayenne and Stefan stayed inside to talk with Chris.

After three hours of staying, Rissy was still sleeping and the only indication they have to know that she's breathing and alive was the monitor on the side of her bed.

Cayenne left with everyone and promised to come and visit next time. In the afternoon, Rissy's family visited her once again. This time, she was finally awake but there was no recognition on her face. It feels like there were strangers inside her room. She didn't show any emotions on her face even when her mother hugged her. She didn't say anything and just stared at them with her dull eyes.

The bruises and the wounds all over her haven't healed yet and every time she moved, she would only frown from the pain. She didn't cry and she didn't smile. She was very silent.

Seeing her like this, Chris turned around to hide his face. Tears fell on the floor. He was heartbroken. He didn't know what he could do to bring her back to her usual self. She was cheerful. She thinks positively of life even though she was bullied. She wanted to help her students achieve their dream. She cares for other people when there were so few who cares for her. She was so bright and happy every time she thinks of her students. But in just one night, she lost all of it.

You could hear nothing but sobs and hiccups. Rissy's mother cried and cried but there was no reaction from her daughter at all. Her father was lowering down his head to hide his face, not letting her see him cry.

The school board also heard of this news and they extended their sympathy to Rissy and her family. They even promised to pay half of the hospital bill. Even though the school will resume their classes in about a month, the school board took precaution and looked for a substitute teacher.

Cases like rape and other traumatic incident would take a long time to heal. It's not the wounds or the bruised on their body but the wounds it incurred to their psychological state. And just one look at Rissy, they knew it would take longer.

Because of what happened, it greatly affected Cayenne's mood. She didn't have the mood to cook, the mood to visit the children in Justin's home and when she came with Stefan to his office, she would only stare into space. She didn't talk much with Elena and she didn't eat much either.

"I know you're worried about her but you need to eat and keep up with your schedule." Stefan commented during lunch. "She wouldn't be happy to know that it affects you so much to this point."

"I just couldn't help myself." Cayenne responded. "I felt so bad for her. She was supposed to celebrate her birthday and now, she can't even tell the people around her. She looked empty." she looked down on her plate and sighed. "If in the past, if that good person didn't ask for someone to help me, I'd have probably ended up like her."

"Do you know who helped you?"

"Not really. I just knew that he was a boy. Probably around thirteen or fourteen years old. I couldn't see his face and I was losing consciousness. When I woke up again, I was already in a hospital. I didn't get the chance to thank him."

Stefan nodded his head and there was relief showing on his face. "Don't worry, just like you, she will be fine. Many people care for her and we will also do our best to help them. After all, she did so much for Luiz. It's our turn to do something for her."

"Thank you for understanding me."

"It's my responsibility as a husband to always understand my wife. As they say, a happy wife is a happy life."

Cayenne finally let out a faint laughter because of him. She was really grateful for having him in his life.

In the next few days, Rissy's students came to visit her. They talked to her even though she wasn't responding. They showed her many pictures of her with them even though she didn't react to it.

It was the doctor's idea. They wanted to treat her psychological trauma but since she refused to come to reality and locked herself somewhere in the deepest part of her mind, they decided to slowly talk to her with happy memories.

Chris also joined the student and they talked to her about the last trip that they all had together with Cayenne and Stefan. The atmosphere in the hospital room was jolly but as soon as the students come out after their allotted visiting time, they would breakdown and cry.

The person who helped them so much in a span of one year was like a soulless person now. She would keep staring into space like a blind person who couldn't see anything in front of her.

Even though Chris was busy attending to her needs to help Rissy's parents, he didn't forget to take his revenge. In the suburb, not far from the city, she asked someone to kidnap the daughter of one of the rapists.  Although he didn't ask someone to rape her, he ordered several men to scare her until she'll breakdown. It was the same for the wife of the other criminal.

He wanted them to have a mental breakdown and instill this traumatic experience in their bones. Cruel? He wasn't cruel enough. It was just his mildest form of revenge and he wasn't even done yet.

When these women were rescued, the news was also known to the public but instead of getting justice and sympathy from the crowd, they only snicker and spit on them.

"They deserved it! It's not even half of what the victim has gone through."

"Pity? I don't feel pity to anyone related to those three scums."

"Ha! That's not enough! They should all go to hell."

Condemnations and angry words were directed at them, adding to the insult and pain that they just went through. The embarrassment and the trauma was deeply embedded to their mind and bones, not letting them have a single moment to be happy.

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