Revenge

She tried to wake up; the pain in the head was nothing compared with the horror of her nightmare, in which there was fire singing and rampaging around her, blood everywhere, that handsome yet twisted face full of mocking...

Amanda's hand was clenched tighter and tighter with her nail piercing through the skin; finally, that the pain brought some soberness to her head; she opened her eyes with difficulty.

Blurred vision.

A warm yellow halo dazzled her eyes.

It was soft underneath, she knew she was supposed to be lying in bed...

The air was inundated with a strong smell of alcohol.

There was water rinsing sounds not far away from her.

Amanda tried to sit up, but she was too weak. It was uncomfortably hot in this room. Wasn't the air conditioner on? But, she remembered it was still March...

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded not far away from her, as if in the next door: "You have the smell of her, or is my nose misled, I shouldn’t...”

Perfume.

Amanda had never been so disgusted by this song before.

The sound of the running water came to a sudden halt, then the ringtone; replaced them was the voice of a middle-aged man, very rough and like that of vendor’s crying in the market: "Hello...President Liu, ha ha, hello, hello, you don’t need to worry about that, of course I have to take care of her? Well, Yes, she must be the prettiest girl in your school, great, very nice..."

very far away. She struggled to prop her head up and looked at herself. The green chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the wine was emanated

going

It looked like a room of a

was taking a bath

she found it hard distinguish between

evidence of her cheating

has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But

overflowed from the words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

she couldn't move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned herself to such

tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands;

to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her

through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a lady's purse was lying there, a white-colored cellphone half exposed.

did not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed

on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly;

open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the

room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of

gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that middle-aged man covering his hand around his wound which was bleeding out and cursed out of anger; she was doomed if she was not able to escape out

cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran for the door,

barefoot as she was and the ground was full of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not able to get through

Amanda smiled wryly. Was it really the god’s wish to destroy her?