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..."

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

going on.

she? It looked like a room of a cheap hotel. White

bath in the

Amanda was in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

this what Bill Fu arranged? To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another

yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would

words of the

Dose?

barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned herself to such humiliation!

she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found there was an

She took the hairpin off and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her power to stab her leg with it.

to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a lady's purse was lying

care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it

in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door,

man had caught up with her and dragged her

flee? There is no way!" The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had

pain and let go of his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the 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

was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces,

ground was full of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain him

Amanda smiled wryly. Was it really the god’s wish