Crimson's POV
I left the field and got to my room so angry, the anger was burning me, my whole skin was hot with anger. I picked up a vase and threw it at the mirror, the mirror shattered, and I let out a frustrating scream.
"How dare she Insult me publicly, who does she think she is?" I screamed, tossing more things on the floor.
"Princess Crimson, you will hurt yourself if you do this," Katrina said, taking the baseball bat from my hand.
The anger within me couldn't take it, I slapped Katrina across the cheek, the sound echoed in the room, and her cheeks reddened.
"You too? Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to take it away from me?" I yelled at her, my nails digging into her skin, Katrina whimpered in pain.
"Just who?" I pushed her to the ground.
I received a sound
