My feet burn as I drag them along with me, the top I wore already sticking to me so much that if I squeeze it, I would probably get enough to bathe a mouse.
Mr Giovanni f*****g Antonio, I hate that man with all of my being. How could he ask me to walk all the way to the office?
That s**t is a long walk, the road is f*****g dry as people don't even live here just woods, and empty land.
A sharp pain tugs at my skin, prickling me sighting, “Ahh!!” my palm goes to my tummy, holding it firmly.
Blood coat my fingers as I pull them away. Aww, f*****g great.
This is so damn amazing. My cloth begins to form a red patch in front of the bullet wound.
The pain increasing as I moved further. Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
I am a strong girl. I have been through hell,
