I Got My Throat Cut by A Kite String During the Holidays

During the holiday, I was injured by a kite string, cutting my throat.

The child's parents shouted, "You have problems yourself, can you blame the child?"

My boyfriend, Dylan Brown, chimed in, "You're fine now, let's move on."

I smiled and gave the child a larger, more beautiful kite, watching him walk toward the high-voltage line.

1

The kite string had sliced my throat, leaving a straight line of blood.

A boy, around ten years old, ran over with a grin to retrieve the kite stuck in the tree.

Seeing me on the ground, he walked over quickly. "Hey, help me get the kite down."

The wound on my neck kept bleeding, and I tried desperately to cover it with my hands.

Blood seeped through my fingers, dripping onto the ground.

I pulled out my phone to call emergency services.

Just as I was about to give the location, the boy snatched my phone away. "No kite, no phone!"

I struggled to stand, my fear overshadowing the pain of my wound.

I tried hard to take back the phone he held high.

My clumsy movements amused him, and he suddenly started running. "If you don't help me get the kite, you won't get your phone back."

I felt myself growing weaker. The blood had soaked my collar.

I had no choice but stand on tiptoe to pick up the kite hanging on the tree.

As I tugged, my partially healed wound tore open again, and blood gushed out.

The boy moved closer, watching me silently with a mix of amusement and seriousness.

I gave it my all.

Finally, the kite came down, and I felt a sense of relief.

The boy took the kite joyfully, then frowned in disgust. "Eww, you smeared blood on my kite."

I cautiously asked, "Can I have my phone back now?"

The boy suddenly smirked, his eyes filled with malice.

He threw my phone onto the road.

I looked at him in disbelief, wanting to retrieve my phone.

Cars sped by, crushing my phone to pieces.

The effort to get the kite had drained my remaining strength.

I lay weakly by the roadside, watching the boy run away quickly.

Cars passed by, but no one stopped to help.

Before losing consciousness, I heard Dylan's exclamation.

The doctor said if I had arrived a moment later, I would have died.

The marks on my neck were terrifying and would be a permanent reminder for the rest of my life.

Anger surged within me, and despite Dylan's attempts to stop me, I returned to find that boy.

The park was still filled with people flying kites, and they all looked at my neck wrapped in gauze with strange eyes.

Dylan felt uncomfortable under their gaze and excused himself to use the restroom.

I continued searching.

As I turned, I collided with someone.

"Watch where you're going!"

The familiar voice made me look up abruptly.

The boy obviously recognized me and ran away with the kite.

I followed closely, but my wound hadn't fully healed, and the pain forced me to slow down.

The boy turned a corner and vanished.

Frustrated, I clenched my fists.

Behind me, a middle-aged woman's voice called out, "Hugh? My baby, where did you go?"

I watched the woman, whose features slightly resembled the boy's, and silently followed her.

As expected, upon hearing the woman's persistent calls, the boy emerged from a corner.

"Mom, keep it down." He looked surprised to see me behind his mother but suddenly relaxed, acting like there was nothing I could do to him.

Anger boiled within me.

I showed his mother my wound and recounted the incident.

After hearing what happened, the woman frowned, "You say my son's kite string cut your throat? You have problems yourself, can you blame the child?"

2

She then sized me up and down, sneering.

"You are healthy, yet you want to extort us? Pathetic." She suddenly shouted loudly, "Everyone, come and see. This woman is trying to extort my son."

A crowd slowly gathered, murmuring among themselves.

"This woman looks decent, but she's extorting a child."

"Yeah, I've never heard of a kite string cutting someone."

"Must be a new scam."

At this point, a rather refined person spoke up, "Paper can cut a finger, so a kite string can certainly cut a throat."

Unhappy with this, the woman rushed up to him. "You're helping her scam, aren't you? Cheating and swindling, you will be punished!"

Her spit splattered on the man's glasses.

Her fierce demeanor intimidated the crowd, and no one spoke up for me.

Hugh hid behind her, making faces at me.

I pulled out the surveillance video, which recorded me falling after being cut by the kite string while riding my bike, and Hugh teasing me and throwing my phone at me.

Yet the woman remained relentless. "What proof do you have that it was my son's kite that cut you? He was being kind, picking it up for someone else. It's just a phone. I'll compensate you."

She took a hundred dollars from her wallet and tossed it at my feet, looking at me with disdain.

"You poor woman." Hugh grinned smugly, wanting to leave with his mother.

I stepped forward and grabbed Hugh's arm firmly.

"This is against the law! I'm calling the police!"

The woman rushed over, slapping my hand vigorously. "Let go of my son, you shameless woman! Show me the law that bans kite flying!"

We started to tussle, while Hugh clapped and cheered.

More people gathered to watch, but no one intervened.

"What are you doing, Lillian? Aunt, why are you here too?"

The woman and I stared at each other, stopping the fight.

Dylan pulled me aside. "Lillian, she's my aunt, Whitley. Let's drop this."

I snorted coldly, raising my head to show my neck.

"Dylan, this wound is on me. You can't forgive on my behalf."

"What do you want then?"

His impatient tone made my heart sink for a moment.

The boyfriend who used to fret over any minor injury I had was gone.

"I want him to apologize to me!"

Dylan frowned, looking troubled as he glanced at the eavesdropping Whitley.

"Dylan, Hugh is just a child. How could you find such a fierce woman? I need to talk to your mother about this."

Dylan tugged at my sleeve. "You haven't even met my parents yet, and now you've offended the elders. How will you ever fit into our family?"

I looked at Dylan in disbelief as he gave me a meaningful look. "You're siding with your relatives to bully me?"

"I'm siding with what's right, not family. It's none of other people's business since you didn't see it."

Tears of grievance slowly filled my eyes, seeping into the wound under the bandage, causing a stinging pain.

Dylan ignored it, turning his head to appease Whitley. "Whitley, I'll bring Lillian to your house in a few days to apologize. Please speak well of us to my mom."

Whitley smiled triumphantly, as if mocking me for choosing an unreliable man.

"No way! They can't leave!"

Dylan paused, his face flushed with anger.

"What's all this fuss about? You're not dead!"

3

"It's just a small scar, causing a scene in public is embarrassing, isn't it?"

I stood there, stunned.

Dylan left with Whitley.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Leaving me alone, silently shedding tears.

On the second day of the holiday, Dylan came to me with a cake.

His tone was gentle. "Lillian, I know you're worried the scar will look ugly, but I won't mind. I've already apologized to Whitley on your behalf, and we'll need to spend more time together after we get married. We're meeting my parents tomorrow. I bought you a scarf to cover the wound."

He took a scarf out of his pocket and gently tied it around my neck.

It felt suffocating, like a weight on my spirit.

Laughter and mocking voices echoed from Dylan's home.

"You can't imagine how fierce that woman is, as if she wants to devour Hugh. She must never be allowed in, or you'll be living under her thumb."

"I see. Watch how I'll make things difficult for her."

Dylan looked embarrassed.

When he opened the door, he saw his mom and Whitley in the living room, snacking on nuts.

They scrutinized me, their eyes holding a trace of disdain.

"Well, Lillian is here. Let me see your injury."

I instinctively stepped back.

Dylan held me, pushing me towards his mom.

I forced a smile.

"Does it hurt? I heard it was serious, you almost died."

Whitley stared at me, her smile full of contempt.

"Hugh is mischievous, that new phone must've cost a lot, how much was it? I will compensate you." Dylan's mom and Whitley exchanged a glance and chuckled.

Their eyes were full of mockery and irony.

I looked at Dylan for help.

He ignored me, taking the fruit from my hands and headed to the kitchen.

I suddenly smiled. "Mrs. Brown, Whitley already compensated me. She gave me a hundred dollars. If this were in the past, I could have bought several mobile phones."

The smile froze on Dylan's mom's face, and Whitley looked embarrassed.

"I was wondering who Hugh took after, being so sensible and polite. Turns out, it's the root."

Whitley's face turned red, and she wanted to hit me.

Dylan's mom stopped her.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Dylan brought over the sliced fruit. "We're all family now, let's keep the peace."

During dinner, Dylan's mom kept probing about my family's situation.

Learning that my parents were just small business owners, Whitley immediately started bragging about her husband's position at Prosperity Company.

"Is it the Prosperity Company that was in real estate?"

Whitley smiled smugly.

Before I could ask further, Whitley went on to detail her husband's position and personal information.

I smiled, sending a message to my father's assistant for verification.

"Lillian, I heard it's no longer trendy to ask for a wedding gift. How about your family?"

"We will ask for two hundred thousand."

Dylan's mom's eyes widened.

"Two hundred thousand? Are you trying to kill me?" Dylan was equally shocked.

"Lillian, didn't we agree to rely on ourselves and not ask for money?"

"I never agreed."

Whitley interjected.

"So you're going back on your word, raising the price on the spot. With two hundred thousand, Dylan could marry anyone, so why insist on you with a scar on your neck? Dylan, I will find you a new girlfriend tomorrow, surely better than her."

My phone vibrated, the assistant sent a message.

Whitley's husband was a deputy manager, currently undergoing promotion assessment.

And my father was the company owner.

4

The noise woke Hugh, who was sleeping in the room.

He rubbed his eyes, clearly annoyed.

Seeing me startled him. "You wretched woman, you've come here to extort."

"Hugh! Show some respect."

Hugh rolled his eyes at me. "Dylan, she broke my kite, it even has her blood on it, it's disgusting. Make her pay me back."

Dylan remained silent.

Everyone waited quietly for my response.

I suddenly recalled a news story about someone being lifted into the sky by a giant kite.

After floating for a while, that person landed safely.

I thought it was time to teach Hugh a lesson.

I walked up to Hugh. "I have a gift for you."

I arranged for a giant kite to be delivered.

Hugh was thrilled.

He dragged us to fly the kite.

Unfortunately, the park was too crowded, there was no suitable place.

"Let's go to the suburbs, there's plenty of open space and fewer people."

The kite was so big, it took up a lot of space in the car.

Dylan told me to take a cab. He drove them to the suburbs.

Since I mentioned the money for our marriage, Dylan's attitude towards me had cooled.

He didn't even want to look at me when he left.

He used to stick to me.

I felt a bit forlorn, looking up at the sky. Noticing the clouds had covered the sun.

I checked the weather forecast.

It was going to rain soon.

When I arrived, I found they had already let the kite into the air.

Gusts of wind swept through.

The kite soared higher and higher.

Hugh struggled to keep his balance. "Dylan, come help me, I can't hold it."

Dylan went over to help him pull the kite.

They were having a blast.

When Hugh saw me, his gaze turned cold for a moment.

He suddenly changed direction, running towards me.

I couldn't dodge in time, and fell to the ground.

Hugh laughed and ran away.

Dylan helped me up.

His expression was complicated. "Why are you so clueless, couldn't you dodge? Forget it, you should take a cab back."

Suddenly the sky darkened.

I grabbed Dylan's sleeve. "It's going to rain, let's go back together."

He shook off my hand, looking at me coldly. "I need to be with my family, you go ahead."

Raindrops began to fall.

I shouted at them. "You can't fly kites in the rain, let's go home."

Hugh passed by me. "You're so dramatic, afraid of a little rain."

Whitley chimed in with sarcasm. "You delicate woman, go take shelter from the rain, you're just in the way."

Hearing their mocking voices, my heart chilled, and I stopped persuading.

I silently looked at the huge kite in the sky.

The kite descended slowly due to the rain.

In a few minutes, there would be a heavy downpour.

A loud rumble startled Whitley.

She seemed scared. "Hugh, it's time to go home, you can play next time."

Hugh remained defiant. "I haven't had enough fun yet, let me play for a while longer."

He ran further away, heading towards a dangerous area near the high-voltage lines.

Large raindrops splashed on the ground.

The kite became heavier and heavier. Its descent sped up.

Hugh grew tired, resting on the spot.

He slowly reeled in the kite string.

Suddenly the kite landed on the high-voltage lines.

Sparks flew instantly.

Hugh let go in fright, but was still hit by the high-voltage store.

Hugh screamed, and Whitley's face turned pale.

She cried and rushed Hugh to the hospital.