LAYLA:
“Get up, you b***h!” Mitchell says loud into my ear as she makes an effort to drag me up forcefully from the ground. My reluctance had been the reason for her sudden cold behavior.
As soon as she succeeds in getting me up, she slaps me square across the face, sending a stinging pain through me. I made a silent yelp from the sudden motion because I would have never expected her to hit me at all.
The next thing she does is grab me by the shoulders and forces me to look her straight in the face. I could see anger beaming in her when I come in contact with her. It even made me ignore the stinging pain I was feeling.
“You're damn lucky, you know,” she says, almost as if she could not stand my presence, “I could have killed you the moment I set my eyes on you but I decided against it
