31.Catfight

Bianca

I turned in some shock as the door behind me crashed open, creating a sound that made me think it would break free of its hinges. Such was the force, the violence behind the action.

And then I froze.

Standing at the door was Paige Harley. A furious-looking Paige, with her blonde hair in limp stings around her pretty pouting face as she glared at me, her eyes like pinpricks. And then, she threw herself on me.

I was so unprepared for her attack, that I fell back with the weight of her body, which was considerably a lot more than I had imagined and landed on the carpeted floor, as she slammed into me, her fist slamming into my jaw, her hands tearing at my clothes, my hair, scratching, biting, kicking.

Desperately, I tried to protect my face but I knew I would have a shiner the next morning as I felt her fist, balled up and full of rage, hit me. I tried to cry out, to beg but apart from a few pathetic whimpers, I could not make a sound. To be truthful, I was terrified of this mon