ALYSSA’S POV.
I stepped down from the cab and saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground crying. I walked towards the figure and squat down.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked as I touched her shoulder. She raised her head up, and I could see trails of tears on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked again, and she sniffed.
“I’ve s…something to tell you, Alyssa.” She said and sniffed again.
“Go on.” I urged. She cleaned her face before looking at me.
“It’s about Frank.” I paused and listened to what she was saying. I was angry, shocked, and happy. I didn’t know Frank could do such a thing to a young innocent girl.
“Don’t worry, I will talk to him, although we’re not on good terms, but I’ll make sure to talk some sense into him, okay.” She nodded and wiped her tears.
“Don’t cry again.
