Hestia: The Goddess of Compassion

Chapter 5

I move swiftly down the stairs whistling, while having my hands inside my pockets. As I reach the lounge, the lights go off making the whole room fall in darkness, the moonlight entering from the window helps me to move without tripping. I would've switched on the flashlight of my phone if I had brought it, but I didn't because it is still not charged.

I look around, but finding no one in my line of sight, I turn to go back and then suddenly, two hands on either side of me grab my arms and pin me to the nearby wall.

I managed to wriggle out the taser and shock the guy to my right, he falls to the floor, and I hurriedly throw a punch at the other guy followed by a kick in his nuts. Before I could kick him further, two more guys came at me and pinned me to the wall, they even took away my Taser. That's when the bitch appears.

Green eyes sparkling in the dark, he walks towards me with his hands behind his back, an evil smirking playing at his lips. He brings his hands up to my head and smashes two eggs onto my head. Gross.

"You're bloody rotten like these eggs," he says coming close to my face.

I smile widely and kick him, aiming at his nuts but missing and hitting him at his thigh, he catches my leg and chuckles, "Jeez, stop waggling your feet like a bloody chicken,"

"Says the guy who needs six people to hold down a girl,"

He distances himself from me and the other two guys which are standing behind him, empty a bag of milk and feathers onto me, I swear to fucking God these little bitches are asking for a death wish.

"Let her go," he says and starts walking to wherever the hell he came from, not so fast bitch. I run behind him, and he probably senses it, but I don't stop, I knock him onto the floor and sit on top of him, making his clothes at least a miniscule bit dirty compared to mine, "Listen up you bloody shit, you messed up with the wrong person,"

"Do you even know who I am?" he asks calmly as if being under a lady covered in gross shit willing to kill him is what he does daily.

"Yeah, I know who you are, some asshole who thinks he owns everybody just because he is named after Newton, but honestly, you don't even have one-fourth of the brain Newton has," with that, I get off him and make my way upstairs.

I don't even realize when I reach the third floor because of how angry I am, I angrily storm towards my dorm and close the door with a loud bang, startling Teresa. I head straight into the bathroom, wash my hair first and tie them in a towel.

"Teresa, can I borrow your clothes?" I ask, and as if she is waiting for that question, she hurriedly hands me a pair of undergarments along with an oversized tee and shorts.

I take a bath with boiling hot water and dress up in the clothes provided by Teresa, as I get out of the bathroom, steam follows me along making Teresa's eyes widen. Thanks to my wheat-ish complexion, which has barely any sign of redness, she doesn't seem too worried.

"So do you want to talk about it?" she asks me slowly.

"After I get even with him," I reply as I rummage around in my bag looking for the black credit card I smuggled along with me, "We need to go shopping first,"

"What? Right now?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, but I didn't give you shopping attire-"

I cut her off midsentence, "I don't really care how I look like right now,"

"Understandable, but can I change because I do care how I look like,"