ZURICH
“Zurich, baby. Please, let’s go. We have to run. I’ll come with you, let us get out of here.”
She called me baby. And my heart gave a that swift jerk like I was a teenager having its first crush.
My mind repeated those words she said, moving past the 'baby' part. And they pulled me out of the dark red haze that crowded my vision and I managed to uncurl my fingers from around this vermin’s neck who thought he could call my little fighter filthy names. She grabbed my hand and then slipped her fingers through mine as she pulled at me to walk away from the bleeding mess that her fiancé had become from my fists.
I had lost control on myself like this only other two times in my life. The first was when I had realized what my mother had to go through to put food in my belly and then
