EIGHTEEN

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

Each time I looked at Veronica and the pain she was undergoing,  I felt like killing Tony. Veronica had refused to go back to her hostel to avoid attending her lectures. The news about her being the popular stripper had spread like wildfire throughout her school. I knew how she felt and this made me hate Tony even more for causing such pain to her. Just because he wanted to hurt me, he had hurt someone else.  It had been a week since the incident happened but Veronica was yet to recover.

I didn't attend my lectures also that week. I had to stay with her for I feared she'd hurt he