Elizabeth's POV.
“Get the f**k out of here!” Rose yelled at Sandra as she walked out of us.
Sandra didn't just as she should have. She stood to glare at Rose and I for some minutes before she ventured out.
When Rose was sure she was out of the kitchen, my friend rushed to my side.
“Are you alright?” she tried to help me up from the ground, her gentle hands steadying me as I tried to regain my composure.
“It's alright, she's not here anymore.” She patted my back gently.
While she tried her best to comfort me, Sandra’s words were still echoing in my head.
“YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH THAT?”
For so long everyone blamed her for everything and even now, as she thought she would escape people pointing fingers at her, she just realized that she could never truly escape people.
