Gasps filled the air, and the crowd around us grew larger. All eyes were on me, and the sting in my palm from the slap seemed to amplify the silence that followed.
Jenny stood there, her hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock and anger.
She looked from the ground to my face and I could feel her hate for me radiating off her body.
“Kristen,” Elvis said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me as if I were a stranger, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “Why would you do that?”
"I don't understand. What do you mean?" I asked.
Elvis pointed to Jenny.
"Why would you slap her? Haven't you learnt anything from what happened in the camp?" He asked, his voice raised a pitch higher.
“Why?” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. “Because she deserved it. She’s been pushin
