RIVERA’S POV
My eyes popped out from within the space I created between my two arms and wandered around me, searching for my bag. I didn’t want to move so I wouldn’t attract attention. I could hear Fay and her companion discussing at a distance even though I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
I rested my arms carefully on my legs and my back, on the tree bark. I attempted to stand up carefully, covering my mouth with the back of my hand so I wouldn’t scream in pain.
My hands were filled with blood from my forehead and arm. My bag was far away from my reach. I couldn’t run even if I wanted to because I was in severe pains.
But I couldn’t die, at least not in their hands. I couldn’t die after suffering miserably in Chann pack house. I would die happy after getting a second chance
