"YOU BITCH!!! YOU WH*RE!!!" Mrs. Portkin shrieked in anger as she scratched the female teacher's face with her long and manicured nails. She doesn't care even if her nails cracked. As long as she sees that the female teacher suffers, she wouldn't rest. Her anger wouldn't let up!
"I… I – " Eram's face paled as he crawled back in the ground. He continued to crawl until his back suddenly bumped against something. He turned and saw a pair of black pants. He raised his head and saw a round stomach, then a familiar face. "U – Uncle… uncle Sam – " he stammered when he saw Mr. Portkin's face.
What greeted him back is a vicious slap. Eram felt he saw stars and his vision momentarily blackened.
"Oh, my god! It's Mr. Portkin!" a female student exclaimed.
"Mr. Portkin is known for his altruism. But, who can blame him for his action when faced by his son's murderer?" another student said.
