NORAH STEWART’S POV
I screamed at the top of my voice as one man continuously whipped me with a log on my ass. I wanted so badly to contact my father but I could not because I could not concentrate on calling him that time. Not when my ass felt like it was on fire.
I was finally caught when I was almost done with my plans. What a waste. The man had started whipping my back when someone intervened and I was very grateful.
“Stop all this madness the people of Westside!” She started her lengthy speech,” The enemy is not your=r own, the enemy is someone different.” She said this and the man stopped whipping me.
The pain was intense and I could hardly move my body from the floor. I remained there waiting for the pain to fade before I could avenge there and then the pain they had caused me.
