Ana's POV
The wooden blocks came flying at me without warning, Hughes hurling them with surprising force. Each one stung as it connected with my skin.
My arms started showing small bruises almost immediately—my skin had always been too delicate for this kind of assault.
Before I could properly react and dodge, Allison's fingers were already tangled in my hair, yanking me deeper into the room.
"You're going to bow and apologize to Aileen right now," she snarled.
"Yeah, you have to say sorry to Aileen. You're such a mean woman. This time you really crossed the line," Hughes yelled from behind us.
The pain in my scalp was excruciating—it felt like she was ripping my hair out strand by strand. She didn't release her grip until we reached Aileen's room.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the sharp, burning pain.
"Well? Aren't you going to apologize to Aileen?" Allison's voice was cold and unforgiving.
