Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 97

"It's not your turn to judge whether I did the right thing or not, you bitch!"

Timothy's face was distorted with pain, but she was still cursing, "Angela, you stinking fucking bitch, kill me if you can!"

The force in Angela's hand increased a little. She turned to look at Julia and said.

"Where are your scissors? Give them to me."

"Angela, calm down!"

As soon as she heard the word “knife”, the sweat on Julia's head came out, not daring to agree at all, for fear that someone would die in their dorm tonight.

As she spoke, Timothy was still shouting, "If you can’t kill me, Angela, you're a coward, a son of a bitch, a bitch for dogs to fuck!"

“Bullshit!"

Angela took the towel and tied Timothy's hands behind her back.

She let Timothy cursed on the floor, and in Julia's frightened, confused, anxious and complex gaze, she walked to Timothy's bedside, took a shoe, and stuffed it into Timothy's mouth.

The dormitory was instantly much quieter, but there was still the whimpering sound coming from Timothy's mouth.

Angela went to her table, opened the drawer, took out the scissors, and squatted down in front of Timothy.

The whimpering in Timothy's mouth stopped, and the spiteful indignation in her eyes turned into fear.

"Angela!" Julia came up to Angela with trembling legs, shivering to grab the scissors in her hand, "killing... Timothy, this... kind of person, is not worth it!"

Angela glanced at her, "Let go."

"No... I won’t..."

Julia was scared to death, desperately shook her head, "Don’t be so depressed... your parents do not admit you, but your brother... brother and sister-in-law still... love..."

Angela interrupted her with a frown, "I won’t kill her."

"Really..."

Julia wanted to ask if it was true, but seeing that she really didn't look like she wanted to kill someone, she let go of the scissors and sat down on the ground with weak limbs, wiping the cold sweat off her head.

Then, under Julia's gaze that was first scared then incredulous and finally laughing, Angela cut Timothy's carefully maintained long hair into a buzz less than two millimeters in length with bald areas here and there.

September 28th reminded Angela of too many unpleasant things, plus what Aunty Susan said, she was extremely depressed. But cutting Timothy's hair calmed her down instead.

"Got a cigarette and a lighter?" Angela turned to Julia and asked.

Julia said yes and didn't ask her what she wanted to do. Covering her stomach to hold back her laughter, she handed the cigarette and lighter to her.

Angela lit the cigarette and burned six spots in the middle of Timothy’s head without hurting her scalp.

"You... you are so talented!" Julia couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

Angela took a few pictures of Timothy from the neck up and then untied her, who was already on the verge of collapse, "Don't mess with me again, or I'll send those pictures to the work group."

She really got tired of Timothy!

Timothy removed the shoes from her mouth, and spat on the ground. She didn't have time to scold Angela, and hurriedly ran to the mirror.

“Ahhh!!!” She covered her head and screamed. Looking at the pile of hair on the floor with scarlet eyes, she almost passed out.