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..."

Amanda felt something wrong; that sound was not 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 not only from his dress but her hairs

was going on.

room of a cheap hotel. White sheets and

bath in

it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so he can come back and frame a case agaisnt her?

dose I used seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would

the words of the man in the

Dose?

she could barely raise her hand. But there

by hands; Amanda fumbled

to grip it

regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a lady's

not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly

talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into the

even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on

flee? There is no way!" The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the

his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between the scattered long hair, she

the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran for the door, not

able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but

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