Sireen’s POV
“What do you want from me this time?” I ask Kristy, glaring at her as I remember the way she mopped the floor with my hair less than twenty four hours ago. It’s like the thought brings back the pain as I feel a dull sting on my face, and I wonder if she’s back for another round.
It was stupid of me to try to fight someone like her, so I just wanted her to be as far away from me as possible.
She takes a few steps toward me in her high heels, her intense perfume choking the life out of me, and I barely manage to not cough.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing after yesterday. I can see you’re all healed up now.” She’s taunting me, and I refuse to fall for it.
“Whatever. Excuse me,” I say, trying to step through the side, but she stops me.
“Nope. I’m here to warn yo
