Several of them grabbed my arms, holding me down as icy drinks were poured over my head, soaking me to the bone. Someone shoved spicy snacks into my mouth, the sharp taste burning my tongue. I struggled, but more hands gripped my hair, yanking it mercilessly as fists connected with my sides and face.
Heather, clearly not satisfied with the chaos, picked up a glass bottle and smashed it against the lower half of my face.
“Bitch! Why won’t you apologize?”
Pain radiated through my body, and I gasped for breath, trying to defend myself. “I’m not wrong! You’re the one spreading rumors!”
Her eyes darkened, a feral grin spreading across her face. “Still talking back? Since you had the audacity to deceive my brother with that pretty face of yours, I’ll make sure you can never lie again!”
She tightened her grip, and I felt the sharp shards of glass dig into my skin, biting and tearing.
“What are you doing... ah!”
Fear and pain crashed over me in waves, and a scream tore from my throat. As Heather’s laughter echoed around me, blood mixed with drinks streamed down my face, the metallic taste filling my mouth.