CHAPTER THIRTY
Unexpected“Stupid girl.” His voice sounded harsh and jarring and his fingers pressed into Leilah’s cheekbone as he hauled her upright. She heard her muffled protests doused by his palm. Her knees smarted from open cuts and her shoes felt cased in cement from the sheer volume of water which had soaked into them. The man released her arms but jabbed her in the back and she grew silent in obedience to the primal desire to stay alive. “Interfering b***h!” He swore and Leilah felt a sob bubble into her chest. With nowhere to go it sat there, causing pain and reminding her of all her reasons to survive. Mari. Hector. The boy who encased her ring finger in a daisy chain. Someone would miss her. Eventually, but perhaps too late.
He forced her to walk, holding a hand over her mouth
