I couldn't get up for a long time.
"Haha, this is so funny. Now she looks like a worm rolling in the mud."
The child's innocent words made everyone laugh.
Everyone started pointing and whispering about me.
Ella stood in the crowd holding a little boy's hand, looking at me with feigned concern.
As if she wasn't the one who had pushed me earlier.
Dylan's face darkened as he strode over. He grabbed my arm and dragged me up from the messy floor.
He lifted me into his arms.
His steps were quick and hurried, and the sharp laughter quickly faded behind us.
"Dylan!"
Ella chased after us, but Dylan ignored her.
Dylan hurriedly carried me back to the room and threw me into the bathroom.
He turned on the showerhead. The icy water poured down on my head.
The water made it hard for me to breathe.
Memories of Waylon grabbing my hair and pushing me into the sewage flashed in my mind.
I curled up in terror. "Don't hit me. I was wrong. I won't do it again..."
Dylan froze.
After a while, he reached out to push the wet hair away from my face.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
I screamed hysterically.
Suddenly, everything went black, and I collapsed backward.