Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 02 ~ Raped

"Aargha!"

The sound of screaming in pain rang out, Nesha headed straight for the source of the voice. And how shocked Nesha was when she saw a man half-swallowed and lying helplessly.

"Diya!" Nesha was speechless, how broken a Nesha's heart was when she saw her sister curled up in a corner with her innocent body. Nesha reflex removed the jumbo sweater on her body, then put the sweater on her sister's body that shook in fear.

"I'm sorry Brother Diya, you're late to save you" cried Nesha as she hugged her sister.

A few seconds later, the lights come to life—along with the appearance of two security guards who had helped Nesha in her search for her sister.

"Young Master Preston!" yelled both at the same time, when struck by a man lying on the floor with blood flowing from between his hair and forehead.

Keuda's security guard immediately took Preston to the hospital, leaving Nesha and Diya who were endlessly crying in fear.

"Don't be afraid anymore, there is a sister here," persuaded Nesha to channel strength to the sister, even though she herself was so fragile. Which brother who was not heartbroken to see the sister who had been so dear, had now been corrupted by a very irresponsible man.

"Diya percosa, Brother. And ... and Diya killed him," Diya's cries grew hysterical. Diya's words made Nesha feel guilty. If she sent her sister to a regular school, Nesha was sure something terrible like this would never happen.

Nesha released Diya from her arms, lifted her sister's face, then wiped her tears with her trembling hands. Nesha clasped both shoulders of Diya, both of them staring at each other with teary eyes.

"Listen to Brother, Diya. You, you're innocent okay. The actions you did were right, big brother is proud of you. Remember, no matter what happens, you never hit, hurt or hurt anyone. Big brother, it was Big brother who hit the man, okay." asserted Nesha while wiping the splashes of blood on both of Diya's tiny hands.

"But ...."

"No buts, now let's go home," Nesha helped wake Diya up, but held off as Diya grimaced in pain.

"What's up, honey?" ask Nesha worried.

"It hurts down there, sister," Diya pointed to make Nesha cry again. Somehow the depraved man treated his sister, so moving a little trouble.

"Can you hold it for a while, big brother will help you walk," Diya nodded, and Nesha raised Diya's body slowly again, until Diya could stand up perfectly.

Nesha had Diya walk until he arrived at the shabby house of their parents. Nesha led Diya into the room, laid her down slowly. "Now rest, all is well. No matter what happens, you have to stay fine."

"Sister said, Brother hit him, not you. Now get some rest, Brother will get you some warm tea," Nesha went straight to the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen, Nesha dropped her body on the floor, then cried sobbing.

The test this time was so strenuous, it made him feel like giving up. What happened to Diya was his fault. "Mother, I forgive Nesha, Nesha failed to look after Diya as you entrusted."

Nesha really doesn't know what to do? Her sister was raped, but her sister also injured the depraved man. On the one hand Nesha was happy that the man was really dead, because for Nesha only death was the only punishment appropriate and appropriate for the man who had scolded the sanctity of his sister. With that, Nesha does not need to seek justice in a country that has never seen a little person like her.

But on the other hand, Nesha must also be prepared to accept a sentence that is likely to have him languishing in prison for many years. It doesn't matter to Nesha if she has to go to jail to save her sister. But, who would look after Diya as long as he was in prison? He did not want the horrible incident to happen again.

"The orphanage, if I really have to be in prison, I'll leave Diya in the orphanage," Nesha finally gets a safe place for her sister. Nesha felt a little relieved. Whatever happens, Diya should be fine because that's his promise to his parents.

After finishing making the warm tea, Nesha rushed her into the room. "Diya," called Nesha softly, but Diya did not answer her call.

"She."

Pyyaarr ....

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Nesha

Diya