Sireen’s POV
“What do you want from me this time?” I ask Kristy, glaring at her as I remember the way she mopped the floor with my hair less than twenty four hours ago. It’s like the thought brings back the pain as I feel a dull sting on my face,...
Sireen’s POV
“What do you want from me this time?” I ask Kristy, glaring at her as I remember the way she mopped the floor with my hair less than twenty four hours ago. It’s like the thought brings back the pain as I feel a dull sting on my face,...