Mess (3)

Getting indoors, Stephanie went to the bathroom. Harold was worried that she was injured, so he followed her in.

Stephanie, however, locked the bathroom door.

"Wendy?" Harold knocked on the door, "Are you hurt? Open the door."

Stephanie did not speak. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her face. She was still kind of dizzy after getting the slap on her left cheek. The man who attacked her was the man who she had attacked.

She was probably having a concussion, for the voice of the men echoed in her ears from time to time.

The man said, "Stop acting chaste! You are here looking for fun, aren't you?"

Those words made her feel cheap. Because he was right. She came here for guys.

Then why did she even struggle just now?

"Wendy!" The shouts outside the door grew louder.

Harold seemed to be angry.

Stephanie looked at the mirror indifferently, then took off her clothes, stepped into the bathtub that had already been filled with water, and buried her head in.

"Wendy!"