The world was tops turvy to Anita. She didn't see her engagement party turning into drama festival. Her lachrymal glands were dry and dusty, they couldn't produce any more tears. But her heart was wiping,blood not tears and her mind was blank, turned into a cerebral assassin.
Seated at the back seat of the car with her parents, Kyle and Tasha were in the drivers seat.
"Hey" the mother said to her devastated daughter, her eyes were reddish brown from crying she was staring blankly, "you'll be fine"
"I don't know mum" she mumbled not moving a muscle.
"Am sure you will pull through this, just a suggestion, talk to peter get to hear his side of the story.."
"That's the dumbest advice I've heard today" Fred said angrily.
"Fred.."
"No let's call a spade a spade here, he hurt my daughter
