Sireen’s POV

“What do you want from me this time?” I ask Kristy, glaring at her as I remember the way she mopped the floor with my hair less than twenty four hours ago. It’s like the thought brings back the pain as I feel a dull sting on my face, and I wonder if she’s back for another round.

It was stupid of me to try to fight someone like her, so I just wanted her to be as far away from me as possible.

She takes a few steps toward me in her high heels, her intense perfume choking the life out of me, and I barely manage...