With a piercing scream, Vivian Linton was tackled to the ground by Holly Sinclair.
In the next instant, Holly grabbed her hair and slammed her head down.
THUD!
Vivian Linton's forehead slammed hard against a rock.
Blood immediately gushed from the wound on her head, and she saw stars.
"AHH!"
She screamed even louder, howling like a banshee for help. "Tristan, save me… AHH… Tristan…"
THUD! THUD!
Holly Sinclair showed no mercy, forcing Vivian Linton's head down and smashing it twice more.
Every time she heard Vivian's manipulative, two-faced words, she couldn't suppress her violent impulses.
'Running that mouth of hers…'
'…comes at a price!'
Vivian Linton's forehead throbbed with pain. Warm drops of blood streamed down the bridge of her nose as she cried, tears and snot smearing her face.
"Holly, stop!"
A sharp command rang out as Tristan Sterling forcefully grabbed Holly's hand.
