I am still seeing, f*****g RED!!
Those sons of bitches hurt her!
Like really f*****g hurt her!
The way she winced earlier when I tightened my hold on her, made me think that one or more of her ribs were broken. I need to get her checked out.
I look down at her and she is sleeping in my arms.
Guilt overflows me when I look down at her face. She has two black eyes, a cut on one of her cheeks and a bruise on the other.
Those f*****g witches!!
"She looks like hell! She is in bad shape, man. We need to take her to the clinic." Dem said beside me.
I growled at him, "I am not taking her to the f*****g clinic, EVER!" I yell at him. She stirs in my arms but doesn't wake.
"I would never take her to the clinic and you know why," I fiercely whisper at him.
My Adeline died in that clinic. I
