I didn’t know how I escaped from Kenneth Quinn’s house. It was already eight o’clock at night when I came to work. Molly had come too. She still showed a frowny face when she saw me.
I was not in the mood to care about this. After changing my clothes, I sat and dazed at a corner while thinking of Kenneth in my mind.
He didn’t do anything to me after I pushed him away. He even asked someone to send me a dress to wear. I was sad because I was reminded of a sad memory that happened to me in the past. The unbearable memory that a man had raped and impregnated me on that painful night.
Until now, Kenneth was the second person who had kissed me. And the first time was that damned animal that night. I didn’t love either of them. I even hated them.
When I was studying, I always hoped that I would meet a man who loved me and I loved one day. The girls gathered around me after they realized that I was depressed. They talked something about Jordon Chan. They said that he was beaten up and hospitalized. It seemed that he could not discharge from the hospital without four or five days.
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