Vladimir Randall
What have I done? A horrifying realization made my eyes almost bulge out of my skull.
I couldn't believe what I had done. As I stared down at Helen, her chest violently heaved with exhaustion as she fought to catch her breath. Tears ran freely down her face and onto the white, cotton nightgown she was wearing, and I felt my stomach churn in dismay at the sight of the large bruises that decorated her slender neck. The fear in her eyes caused me to stumble backwards, my mind still unable to comprehend the gravity of my actions.
Sheepishly, I opened my mouth to whisper an apology, but the words felt tiny and powerless against the roar of my rapidly beating heart "I'm sorry," I mumbled, my voice barely audible over my own thundering heart.
Santiago's rage filled the air
