JANE
Rachel's words were cold and resolute. And so was so she as just as she finished speaking, she darted across to Matty and grabbed a handful of her hair. Her grip was so tight that no matter how Matty struggled, she couldn't free her hair from her grip.
It was as if Rachel's hand was made of iron, clamping down ruthlessly on her.
"Let go, you b***h!" Matty screamed at the top of her lungs, veins bulging.
"Let go? But that's far from what I want to do! Instead, I want to grab your hair more tightly!" I didn't think Rachel's hand could tighten any further.
But as soon as the words left her mouth, her grip on Matty's hair tightened.
Looking at this, though I wasn't the one being grabbed, I felt my scalp tingle.
"You had the guts to insult me and Jane, right?" Rachel asked coldly
