The broken shards of glass were still digging inside my skin. My feet were hurting badly, but I could not stop running. I ran outside the hall and towards the car standing outside.
As I stopped, heaving heavily while my hands trembled on the hood of the car, I realized I did not have the keys. Tears were slipping down my cheeks freely.
I could not stand there. I wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep this bad dream away.
I turned around on my heels and stumbled forward on trembling legs.
A few steps ahead and I was falling down on my knees.
"What are you doing?" A sensual, low voice that I had come to recognize easily fell into my ears.
Clenching my eyes tight shut, I refused to open them and look at the person standing in front of me. I hated her.
"Are you hurt?" Her words did not
