Melody POV
“Get out, gutter trash.”
I am panicking, having flashbacks of my father when he would push me down. When my bag hits me in the face, I land on the ground again.
My face is stinging. I stumble back to my feet and move to walk down the hall when a girl steps out from a room across the hall. It is my lovely escort from my first day of school and judging by her sneer I know I have once again made her mad.
She stomps over to me, her face twisted into a sneer. “What were you doing in my fiancé’s room, slut? Don’t you have your hands full with your daddy?”
Before I even think about what I am doing I haul off and punch her in the face, watching her go down and howl in pain.
The guys’ door opens again, and they look from me to her on the ground before the male of Asian descent come
