GABRIEL
“Don’t do this to me, please, miss,” I begged. My chest was growing tight. “You know I won’t do that. You were with me that whole night, and even if I knew the risk, I brought you home because I can’t do that to you… Ah!” This time, a sharp strike from the left side hit me. I bellowed in excruciating pain.
I dropped to my knees, screamed, pleaded, and used all the strength I had left in my body. I looked up at my assaulter’s glacial expression. Audrey remained standing still.
Two days ago, Samuel asked me to take his sister, Audrey. I was going to New York, where I would start a new life. Audrey Hopkins was the youngest daughter of the vineyard owner where my father and I worked. She was sixteen. I was three years older than her. I guessed she never noticed me even once, but I a
