He rushed to me, pulling up my panties and helping me up. “I am sorry. I…” His eyes were wet as he looked down at me, then to his wife and my child.
“How can I take you all out fast before the others reach here? I was chased down to this place. Please, can you at least stand so I can…”
I shook my head, tears falling off my eyes as the little hope I had in me watered down. He came alone, and I could see his eyes dim.
“Do you have your husband's number offhand?”
I nodded, and he quickly ran out. Later he was back with the dead man's phone.
“Call it.” He said, but moving my lips was hard. I had to use my finger to draw the number on his palm.
“I hope he answers this call and comes fast. We will be caught if he doesn't help, and when they find out I killed their leader. None of us will b
