Chapter nineteen
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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The night feels cold, my legs have started to give up, but I tell myself that one more step, one more step to my freedom as I feel like I'm dragging my own corpse. I'm not sure where exactly I'm going or what direction I am aiming to go.
I had a truck driver pick me up, but his creepy eyes felt unsettling to me. So, when he decided to make it obvious to stare at my breasts while he made those nasty gestures, pointing at his filthy manhood which left me in disgust, I had to pull the gun from the hiding and point it straight at him in my defense. He chose the wrong girl to mess with. Because one wrong move in my direction, I would have turned his body cold. I was so ready.
His blood ran cold noticing the gun, and when I demanded him to stop
