Monica's POV
Her eyes seemed to be following something behind me.
It was her friend carrying a tub of scalding hot soup.
She smiled, calling the rest of her friends to hold me.
"Let's see if you can still show your face when it's full of scars !" She laughed, gesturing her friend to throw the soup.
She looked reluctant but at the same time scared of her.
"I'm sorry, she mouthed."
As she threw the soup it immediately evaporated.
How stupid of her to think it would reach me, with that distance? Did she really think it would work?
I looked at her with pity.
The people around us were laughing at her stupidness as her face turned red.
"How embarrassing. Did you not study?" I chuckled.
"Can you let go of me?" My tone changed, looking at the two girls who held my arms.
"Did you really think that's all?" She laughed, looking at the girl behind me.
Ah shit!
I pushed the two girls away when the hot soup was spilled in my dress.
Luckily it was winter, it's only a little painful.
"Look at that! You think you smart enough?" She histerically laughed.
My dress was thick so it didn't hurt my skin, but man i look bad now.
What would Owen think?
Instead of helping, the people were filming me instead. Looking with at me with pity.
"If that's how you wanna play, let's meet at the court." I sternly said, looking at her with a grin on my face.
"A video recording like that can be held as an evidence yes?" I added.
She backed off with fear written all over her face.
I slowly stood, patting my dirty dress.
"Owen, send the film." I said, as he walked towards me.
"Sure." His face darkened as he saw my clothes.
"Your not a minor anymore, you'll be held accountable for your actions." His voice was cold, looking at her with fuming anger in his eyes.
He gently pulled me up, giving his coat to cover me yet his eyes didn't move an inch.
Looking at her with hatefulness.
"Hey, calm down. I can handle it." I whispered.
He nodded worried about me.
"Is the show fun?" I laughed, spreading my arms in both sides.
"You lots prioritize media more than a person's well-being. Congratulations!" I sarcastically said.
Their guilty faces sure was worth it.
Owen called his guards to take the girls.
"I'll hand them to the authorities Mon, wait for me." He worryingly said.
I nodded with a smile.
"What about your clothes?" He added.
"Ms. Kim will handle it." I smiled once more, gesturing for him to go.
The bitch looked back at me with eyes filled with anger.
"Got you, bitch." I mouthed.
She tried to fight back but failed, as Owen grabbed her hair filled with hatred and disgusted.
"Enough." He coldy said.
It's as if his ready to kill, I didn't want any of this to happen but everything was already in place.
When they approached me earlier, Owen was about to help. But i stopped him from doing so.
Why? To get that bitch to do something worth for her to stay in a cell.
And it worked! Although Owen obviously looked irritated.
"M-miss?" The girl behind me stuttered.
"Your change.." Extending her shaky hands.
"Keep it." I smiled.
"What about your f-food?" She added.
"It's alright, i'm quite full." I replied.
*Ring
"Ms.Kim, prepare a new set of clothes." I called.
"I'll also bring your car." She replied.
"Thanks."
Minutes later, Ms.Kim finally arrived. Thanks to Owen's coat i managed to stay warm.
"What happened to you?" Ms.kim worryingly asked as she assisted me inside my van.
"Nothing much, just a bunch of girls trying to harm me." I sarcastically replied to ease her.
Yet it didn't work.
Ah yes, she's just like my mother.
Even in this place i still get bullied, and here i thought that it would be different.
How i miss home.
"Lady Monica, please immediately change you might get sick!" She added, as she pulled the coat off me.
She gently asked me to sit when she saw my stockings sticking in my skin.
Perhaps i still got hit.
I tried to laugh it off but the pain was no joke.
Luckily Kenneth was there. Looks like Owen was still worried about me he called for him, his personal doctor.
"Lady Monica, this will hurt. Squeeze my hand if it's unbearable." He worryingly said.
As he kneeled, he cleaned my wound slowly.
I was groaning in pain, when Owen entered the van.
"Didn't you tell me you were fine?!" He seemed angry.
The guards closed the door covering us outside.
"I'm fine." I smiled, as i bit my lip.
Shit it hurts.
Owen sat beside me, pulling my hand to hold his.
"Lady Monica, please hold on." Kenneth said.
10 minutes passed, the disinfection was finally done.
Ms.Kim wiped my sweaty forehead, despite the cold weather was sweating. Probably because of the pain i went thought.
But it was worth it.
Owen gave me a long scolding while Kenneth explained how long it would take for my skin to heal.
"Luckily it won't leave a scar, but you must place this ointment every morning." Kenneth sighed.
Their all worried for me, why?
After they left, I finally got to change my clothes.
It was a pinkish pale colored dress with fox tail on top.
"I won't let you go back there Mon." Owen sternly said, it looks like i couldn't change his mind even if i tried.
"Just take me wherever you like." I sighed, he was still frowning.
After spending our time together, we headed to the court the next day.
There i saw their weeping families.
But they deserved it, that girl has been tormenting me since Susan left.
She finally got what she deserved.
Acting like she only met me twice was stupid. Aferall, she was the one behind all those accidents including that time i fell down the lake.
If Sevanna didn't save me i would've died on the spot.
I grinned when i saw her enter wearing a prisoner shirt.
The moment she saw me her eyes fumed with anger.
The security guards and cuffs were the ones keeping her still.
Sit down, Ms. Toya.
Obviously with all those evidences they couldn't do anything.
Toya was given a sentence of 20 years while the others were only sent to juvenile cell, why? Because she was the only one wasn't a minor.
Her parents cried and begged the judge for another trial but he didn't budge. As i saw her taken away her eyes was fixated to me.
"Bye bye." I mouthed.
"ARGH! YOU FUCKER!" She screamed trying to go after me.
I was about to leave the court room with Owen when a woman threw her shoe to aim for my head.
But the guards managed to catch it.
"You evil woman!" She screamed as if i was at fault.
Well perhaps yes, but she did deserve it. I feel no pity.
"Are you perhaps the mother of that girl?" I asked, raising a finger to point at the metal door.
"Who else then?!" She screamed, while her husband tried to pull her back.
"Enough honey." He whispered.
"You are fully aware of what she has done to my legs, yes?" I added.
The two went silent, it seems like they only heard one side of the story.
"If you want to know more, you can ask your lawyer." I added, leaving them behind as i saw her fall down the cold floor.
Their cries grew in me, but as i have said earlier. They deserve it.