Chapter Five

BETRAYAL

CHAPTER FIVE

Her hands shook at what she saw. it was a picture of her, naked, with eyes closed. her mouth was tapped and hands thrown apart. her hair was all over the place too. there were four hands holding her. her violators! her heartbeat rose, her stomach churned, her legs felt numb and she almost chocked on the air she was breathing.

she screamed at the top of her voice.

the whole class was shock and they turned to look at her in utter surprise. realizing her mistake, she hurriedly put the picture in between her books, grabbed her bags and ran off out of the class with everyone watching in wonder. the class was interrupted as the lecturer tried to fathom what had just happened to his favorite student.

Joy ran as fast as she could to get away from everyone. her sight was becoming blurry each second because of the tears that was streaming from her eyes uncontrollably. she was broken. broken beyond repair and she felt devastated. she couldn't take the pain that came with it. she had thought she wouldn't cry anymore, but here she was crying the hell out. it was unbearable relieving everything that happened to her. those monsters had the guts to even take a picture of her in that state. why her? why such a terrible nightmare.

she runs all the way to her room and buries herself in the bed wetting the pillows with her painful tears. she screams into the pillow to lessen her screams from the outside.

after hours of crying in he pillow she finally wakes up tired and her eyes ached. she felt as if her face had expanded. it felt so hot and so she went to the bathroom to wash it. the look in her mirror was terrible. she looked like a zombie. this was not her face at all. she couldn't recognize herself anymore. she washed her face and after wiping she went back to bed. she removed the book from her bag to retrieve the photo. it killed her deep inside a thousand more times but the fact that she wanted to know who her assailants were, she looked at the four hands keenly. she knew that her perpetrators had been four and definitely each hand represented one of them.

she was baying for revenge and blood. she had to do this. if not she was better dead than alive. but then again, her spirit wont let her rest until her tormentors were brought to book, to justice, one that she would be satisfied. she would be glad to exert that pain to them. she wanted to kill them over and over again.