38- In His Arms

Keep telling myself it's a do or die situation, and I need to fight back, I turn back only to find Cara standing behind me.

This crazy bitch! I pick myself up quickly before she can take advantage of me being in a disadvantaged position and attack me again. Like I said, she strikes at me again but I dodge her skilfully, causing her to collide with the sink.

“I will fucking kill you today, you bitch.” She hisses like a snake, coming towards me again.

Just when she thinks she has me in a tight position, I grab her by the hair and turn her around, making her face the mirror. She messed up with the wrong girl if she thought she could easily overpower me. I was never physically weak. My father used to teach me how to fight when I was a little kid because he was a frantic fan of wrestling. I wasn't weak, I was just a coward. I belonged to the bottom of the food chain. How was I supposed to fight with the rich kids who had everyone and everything to back them up? So, I had to keep my mout