My head throbbed from the beating, my body ached all over and everyone around me watched as if it were some kind of entertainment.
Clara’s cold gaze was the sharpest knife, that stabbed deep into my already bleeding heart.
My brother showed no signs of stopping. As I curled up on the floor, I shut my eyes in despair while hatred surged inside of me like a tidal wave.
Just then, the front doors swung open.
A familiar, commanding voice echoed loudly through the room, "Who the hell gave you the guts to lay a hand on him?"
