Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 91: Chap-91*He Abused Me?*

**Cynthia Dion:**

"I earned this participation pass, and if I don't take part today, the instructors would be disappointed and probably bully me," I tried to explain, but all he did was shake his head in response to my concerns.

"Cynthia! Why do you defy me? Didn't I mention how much I dislike it when people challenge my decisions?" He tilted his head, gazing at me intensely; it reminded me of the time he had accidentally spilled scalding broth on my face.

"Mr. Holt, please!" I was overwhelmed with emotion and wanted to cry right then and there. I had fought so hard to earn this opportunity, and now I was considering giving up?

Mr. Lowell and Ms. Kylie will be devastated; they'll never trust me again. And I wasted a spot that could've gone to a deserving applicant instead of someone like me who was intentionally avoiding the game.

"Hush! The contest will be dangerous; you might get hurt if you play anyway," he said, glaring at me and pressing a finger to his lips.

He then straightened his posture and gave one last look at his reflection in the mirror before leaving the room.

"I wanted to participate," I whispered as I fell to my knees, sobbing.

I was supposed to give it a try; it felt so unfair to me. What if, by some chance, I were to win the contest? What if the pressure of the game triggered my wolf to awaken? He had taken away every opportunity I had.

I knelt on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and sobbed uncontrollably, my face buried in my hands. After all I had endured for this competition, he had made me stay behind.

Why did he want me to have no purpose in life?

As soon as I heard the car drive away, my last glimmer of hope vanished. There was nothing left for me; how could I ever return to school?

"I can't," I answered my own question as I wiped away my tears. I changed back into my regular clothes and resolved to let go of any hope that my life would ever get better.

I tossed the hairband aside and forcefully let my hair down, muttering, "I'm trapped, and I'll remain trapped in this hellhole."

Every passing minute, I grew more and more anxious, fearing that they were getting ready for the game.

I got out of bed and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I looked utterly worn out. Just as I was about to turn away from the reflection, I almost collided with someone.

"Ah!" I gasped, rubbing my arm.

"You were supposed to be in the c---," I exclaimed, taking a step back and looking at the person in front of me. Even though we had resolved our differences, I stumbled, and seeing him in my room, staring at me, made me take a step back.

"Atticus!" I muttered, trembling as I studied his expression. I began to glance around for a way out because he wasn't moving.

"Atticus!" I repeated my plea, but when he finally moved, I rushed into the bathroom and locked myself inside before he could reach me.

I was breathless with shock as he yelled, "Open the door," and started banging on it angrily. I had hoped he would leave me alone, but now what should I do?

Is he choosing to resume his madness just because his sister is coming over?

"Atticus!" I pleaded through tears, trying to hold the door closed in case he completely lost control. "Please, just leave me alone."

I was scared, wondering why he hadn't gone to school.

I cautiously moved away from the door after he angrily yelled, "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, CYNTHIA!"

"I'm begging you, Atticus," I screamed from inside, terrified. "Just go away, leave me alone." At my lowest point, I didn't want him tormenting me nearby.

"Cynthia!" His voice sounded even harsher this time, making me wonder if I had done something wrong again.

"Open the damn door!" he yelled.

I screamed in fear, "I promise, I didn't do anything!"

"Cynthia! Why aren't you on the school's premises? I just want to talk to you about the competition," his voice carried the same anxiety as before, but my previous dread had dissipated. I straightened my posture and took a moment to consider the situation. Was he here to discuss the competition?

After hesitating for a moment, I opened the door to find him shaking his head in disbelief, staring at me. Before he could even question my actions, I retorted, "Don't act like you have no idea why I ran away from you."

He repeated, "I--I understand. Just tell me why you're not getting ready for school."

With a worried expression, he asked, "You won this participation prize, you entered the contest, and now you're not even going to participate?"

It would have been wonderful if he hadn't consistently rejected me, but the situation hadn't changed. This was a question from someone else's mate to me.

"Why don't you go and support your mate? I'm pretty sure she's already at the field. As for me, my mate has instructed me not to participate in any contest," I felt my heart shatter. I was devastated at the thought of missing this opportunity.

"What? How can he expect something like that when he oversees a facility that encourages and trains werewolves to engage in combat and compete in such events?" he questioned. He paced back and forth in front of me, saying, then pausing to give me instructions. "You should go and play." Did he not realize that his brother-in-law had anger issues?

"You want him to abuse me again like you?" I asked. I'm not sure why I gave the impression that Mr. Holt had never abused me before, but the reality is that I had already told him about how abusive Mr. Holt had been to me.

"Again? Cynthia! Has he abused you before?" He asked in a very perplexing tone. "When did I abuse you?" I couldn't help but take a step back so I could see his features clearly and try to figure out why he was lying.