Back in the dorms, Monica paced the room, her anger radiating off her in waves. I laid down on my bed, just exhausted from everything that had just happened.
Monica muttered to herself, and then I’d hear a string of curse words come out loud and clear. “That b***h! I can’t believe she had the nerve to pull that ‘my family is powerful’ bullshit.”
I sat on my bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. All the crazy things that had happened to me over the past few days had left me exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “It’s not just a card, Monica. It’s a reality. I know here family is powerful, and they won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who threatens them. I’m already dealing with the Winslows. I can’t deal with them too.”
Monica stopped pacing and looked at me, her eyes blazing with determ
