Chapter 232 Why Are You Hiding, Slut?

• With a gasp, I crumbled to the floor at the last minute, just a second before the knife sliced past my head to pin a few strands of my hair against the wall briefly and the large knife clattered to the floor beside me. I was shaking from adrenaline and fear, but as my eyes rested on the knife, I realized that Tina just made a big mistake.
• And she realized that too.
• “All of this is your fucking fault! Look at me, bitch. I look like this, because of you!” She was yelling like a lunatic, storming closer to grab the knife away but I was faster. In a flash, I had grabbed the knife and I scrambled up to my feet, staggering out of my heels as I attacked her with a yell. I knocked my body into hers, pushing her back so she stumbled to the floor with a shriek, her eyes wide with rage.