Chapter 7
During those hospitalized days after I came around, for some reason, I had very severe stress reactions.
I was afraid of the crowd, afraid of others‘ voices, and even afraid of light.
I always hid inside the closet, curling up into a ball.
It was Arnold who held my hand and pulled me out of my darkest time.
He said I wasn’t weak or useless. I was just too kind–hearted.
Those kind–hearted people always choose to hurt themselves rather than anyone else.
Because subconsciously, they felt they weren’t as good as the others, and no one cared about them. They could be sacrificed at any time.
Arnold held me and kept telling me how important I was to him.
“Mona, you mean the world to me. It breaks my heart to see others hurt
you.
“If being kind means being disrespected, learn to protect yourself, OK?”
He let me to the open–air market so I could bargain with vendors.
He wanted me to learn to resist and fight back.
Occasionally, we’d have disagreements.
He’d shove his face in front of me cheekily and said, “Hit me then.
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“Hit me, and I’ll listen to you.”
One time, he got under my skin, and I indeed slapped him. He was so excited that he hugged me and spun around, saying I deserved some serious reward.
I was in the abyss.
It was Arnold who pulled me out, encouraging me to be reborn with love and faith.
Now, no one could hurt me again.
I was immediately filled with courage, and the suffocating coldness. instantly dissipated.
I shouted and punched Laura’s face hard.
“Come at me! I don’t learn two years of boxing for nothing!”
Laura closed her eyes as she screamed and shook her bag crazily.
Meanwhile, I shifted my stance and swayed my body rhythmically, punching her at ease.
I was no different from those boxers on TV.
Thalia was slack–jawed.
After quite a while, she came back to her senses. She grabbed a broom in the corner and lunged at me, revealing her true colors under that gentle facade.
I hit her with my notebooks in the box.
Though I was outnumbered, I wasn’t at a disadvantage at all.
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Someone told the security guard, who rushed over at once.
When he opened the restroom door, I was grabbing Laura’s hair with my left hand and stepping on Thalia’s back with my right foot.
Their exquisite makeup was already ruined by their tears and snobs, and their designer dresses were torn apart, looking no different from tattered rags. One could even see their underwear.
The security guard gasped.
“You… Call the police. Call the police now! Wait. Someone, go and inform Mr. Chapman. Ma’am, you’re Mr. Chapman’s guest, right?” he said
to me.
I couldn’t beat the two up anymore now that the security guard was here.
Loosening my grip and withdrawing my foot, I picked up the books that were scattered all over the floor.
“They started it.”
Thalia cried while lying on the floor.
“I knew it! You’re such a phony, always putting on an act in front of Shaun. I’ll tell him exactly the type of person you are.”
Covering her nose, Laura cried, top.
“It hurts, bitch! I won’t let this slide!”
They kept cursing me.
At the same time, someone walked toward me from the other end of the corridor against the light.
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