"Perfect," I said, and paused. "Well, let's just get this over with!"
But my bravado was gone — I could hear my own shaking tremors through my words.
"Perfect," the man mimicked. Nodding off to another man, he whispered, "I get the tits first."
My blood pulsating my veins, willing me to be stronger, was enough to get me moving. I had to move.
Gripping my purse, thankfully containing a couple solid, hard objects, I swung it at the nearest man about to grope me.
Unfortunately, I missed his head.
It was over.
I shut my eyes tightly as my hands clenched beneath me.
I heard a yell that resembled my own but realized that my lips were sealed tightly. Someone else was screaming.
I opened my eyes in an instant and peered around in the darkness to search for the victim. I caught a glint of a bronze haired boy with two knives, one in each hand.
Alex.
I crawled back as quickly as I could as I saw more and more people come crowd among the filthy men.
I didn't know what to think, so I didn't. The darkness from the hollow night and the black of my eyes merged to one.
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In 31 Days
ChickLitWhen Alex, the new exchange student, steps foot into Ashley Manes' house in the suburbs of New York, her world is flipped completely upside down. They're opposites, but the secrets they carry are all but too similar. Alex would feel wanted again, d...
