Chapter 64

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I screamed, angry tears flooding my eyes. My leg was throbbing where she'd hit me.

“What’s wrong with me? You're really asking me that question? Are you not the pretender? Are you not a snake? You came in like a thief in the night and stole everything I worked for. My blood sweat and tears, everything went up in flames. Because of you,” she seethed through her teeth, pointing her metal bat at me.

Despite the consuming pain, I knew I had to think. She actually hit me; with her car and her bat.

I still had bits of class sticking out of my arms. I was bloodied and bruised and could barely defend myself. With the way she was glaring at me, I knew I would have to.

But I needed to keep her talking long enough till I could at least get on my feet.

“You're lying and you know it. Not a drop of your blood, sweat or tears were shed. You wanted a free ride to the top by riding Mosley. Where's your dignity for Christ sake?”

I'd managed to sit up without her re