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..."

chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were

Something was going

It looked like a room of a cheap hotel. White sheets and quilts...

bath

was in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare

her cheating with another man so

up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to try something

from the words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But

she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda

no strength to grip it at all. She tried

hairpin pierced through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood

bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door

the curtain wearing a white towel; he was still in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda

she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair,

struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of here before the helpers got here.

hairpin hard into the old man's arm; the man let out of a scream in 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

and smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran for the door, not

old man was 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

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