Elma's POV:
"Elma!!!" Anthony yelled as he approached us, and Kim held her cheeks tightly as countless tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What? Huh?" I asked angrily and banged on the door to my bedroom and leaned on it. I didn't mean to slap her, but how could she call me a whore? It's not like I go around sleeping with men.
"Why would you call her that?" I heard Anthony ask Kim.
"I am sorry," she apologized while in tears.
"You are grounded; you will hand over your phone and laptop. I didn't raise a spoilt brat; now you both go to bed," he scolded them; at least he wasn't blaming me.
"You can't take my phone."
"Hand over your music box as well, any other thing?" He asked, and she stumped her foot before leaving.
Minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and I knew it was Anthony. I ignored him and walked to my bed and covered myself with the duvet.
