LIKE A STRIPPER.
Diana's POV
“What the actual f**k?” I asked as I walked down the road.
I can't believe those men.
I don't even know where I am headed right now, but I just wanted to get away from them both.
I couldn't feel much of the cold now. I guess I'm too filled with anger right now to actually feel the cold wind against my bare skin.
That jerk had the guts to tear off my clothes. What would have happened if Cameron didn't get there on time?
He would have had his way with me?
I would have gotten him rotten in jail.
I rolled my eyes as I held the torn dress to my body.
I looked ahead and I saw no cars coming.
I think it was better like that. I look half-naked already; I would look for a way to cover myself.
I turned my back and I saw a car coming from behind me at high sp
