The guy who was talking to Joseph just now came over to separate us, pushing me to the ground. Matthew and the others heard it and ran out of our dorm.
In a moment, the corridor was in chaos.
And there was only one thought in my mind.
I wanted Christa and Joseph to pay the price. I wanted them to have a taste of being betrayed by their loved ones and feel worse than death.
In the end, this farce ended only when the police intervened.
After making a statement with the police, I must find someone to bail me out.
This time, I was in a pickle. My family had been very depressed recently because of my grandpa's death.
After thinking about it, I made a phone call.
Then, I sat on a bench in the corridor of the police department, waiting quietly.
The scene of the years between Christa and me kept playing in my mind.
I deserved the current situation.
"Oh, how impressive! You even got the police involved when you broke up."
The person who came was my neighbor Della Stewart. We grew up together since we were young.
At that time, she was the first to disagree when I pursued Christa. Since I got together with Christa, I hadn't been in contact with her much.
"Ouch."