Laura's pov

Now it took a while for that attack to register into my brain over the tell me did I gradually run my fingers up to my face feeling the tomato gradually sloping down until it splattered to the ground but pieces of the rotten tomato was still on my face I could feel somebody dabbing the side of my face that had been stained with the tomato but my face was still very even without it and it was not out of embarrassment but out of livid anger.

somebody was trying to drag me back into the pacj house again saying that I should remain there while they...