CHAPTER 78: AMANDA GOT A JOB
AMANDA'S POV:
After Mr Miller, the history left, I knew I had to go home. I didn’t even wait for the dismissal bell to ring. I couldn’t do it. The air in that school felt like it was poisoned, and I was choking on it. My ass was still stinging from Donovan’s fifty spanks, and now my face was a throbbing mess of bruises and heat. It’s like trouble has my GPS location on lock, following me everywhere I go.
I didn't head home straight away. There was no way I could let my mom see me like this. She’s already stressed enough, and if she saw her daughter looking like a punching bag, her heart might actually give out. And that's the last thing I wanted.
I just don't get it. Why is everyone so full of hate? I really thought—maybe stupidly—that after Donov
