The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 21 All the Righteous Clowns Are Afraid of Blood

Half a cup of milk tea slammed onto Lily’s head. The cheap plastic cup split open, and the sticky drink poured down over her, blurring her vision.

Rotten eggs followed–one after another, hitting her squarely on the shoulders, back, and chest.

Someone even spat on her.

The crowd’s scolding and physical assault made the chill in Lily’s body cut deeper.

She hugged herself tightly as she felt the stinking garbage thudding against her skin. For a moment, it was like she’d been transported back to over four years ago–to that dark time when she was bullied.

Back then, she was helpless, isolated, and terrified. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t save herself.

But even if she couldn’t crush the mountains pressing down on her, she had vowed one thing: as long as she could still breathe, she would never bow to the cruelty and injustice of this world.

“I am not a homewrecker!”

Seeing the long–faced girl who had thrown trash at her lift another rotten egg, Lily struck.

She snatched the girl’s tote bag and upended it–dumping every bit of trash it held right over the girl’s head.

“Elsa is the real homewrecker! You have no right to lecture me!”

The girl had felt righteous tossing things at Lily.

But the moment Lily retaliated, she screamed like a banshee. “You bitch! How dare you throw garbage at me?! I’ll kill you!”

“You started it, slut. Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Lily wasn’t fazed by her empty threats.

As fate would have it, the girl’s tote bag contained a folding fruit knife:

it

open in one fluid motion, her tone calm but laced with steel. “Didn’t you say you

“You’ll pay for this!”

face twisted with

at heart–brave when others cowered, but pathetic

resistance.

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without a word, they’d only have gotten bolder, throwing more,

in her hand, glaring murderously, daring them to come

girl’s arrogance melted into fear. When Lily took a step forward, knife firm in her grip, the girl stumbled back in

too. Nobody dared throw anything

in numbers. That ganging up

sneered, waving the blade just enough to glint in the light. “Well, try it. If someone dies today, let’s

doesn’t

the worst they’d get was a slap

now she held a

“law doesn’t punish

the high of bullying others under the banner

safety is

snap. That they’d be stabbed.

You psycho! Put that knife

shouted again, backing away, trying to keep her

“Can you read minds? How do you know I’m not actually insane? What happens if a diagnosed lunatic kills you?

“You’re seriously mentally ill?”

into the girl’s

insane! Stay away from

face was stained with filth, but her smile was

to this miserable

started to doubt. What if

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