Rochelle’s POV
The nerve of that b***h! She thought she could outsmart me and try to get out of fighting me. I seriously thought I had the upper hand over her when I dipped my claws in silver, wanting to disfigure her face for the rest of her life. She only allowed me to get one swipe at her, then she punched me in the face, then tripped me, making me fall onto the ground. That was when she jumped on me and punched me in the face over and over.
I stomped into my room and into the bathroom to see the damage that cunt did. Turning on the light, I looked in the mirror and screamed.
“That f*****g w***e!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The home wrecker broke my nose, split both my lips open, a gash across my cheek, and bruising formed around my eyes. Mother came running into the bathroom
