ALEXEI.
I could’ve brushed it off as the same s**t that happened day in and day out in this f****d up city.
Murders, assaults, illegal dealings, and all sorts of other degrading, nasty s**t. But something kept me rooted to the spot, and when I heard a soft female whimper come from the other side of the dumpster diagonal to where I stood, I felt my hands tighten into fists at my sides.
I already had a plethora of anger rushing through me, built-up energy, increased pent-up aggression from all the s**t that I'd been dealing with the last month. And that aggression had only risen in me the longer I let it fester and boil.
I needed an outlet. And when I heard the distinct sound of someone getting hit, I knew I’d found it. I started making my way toward where the sound came from, and ma
