Outside, Hazel laughed through her tears.
He used to promise her that as long as she stayed by his side, she’d never be hurt again. Now he said her life and death had nothing to do with him.
But that was fine. Soon, she’d leave him forever, and he’d never find her again.
It was past midnight. There were no taxis in sight, so Hazel could only walk home. Her stomach churned painfully, and before long, she threw up again. Only this time, it was blood.
She sank weakly against a cold wall, clutching her stomach as if knives were slicing her from the inside out.
Then, a group of men appeared at the mouth of the alley. One of them pointed at her.
“There she is!”
A chill ran through Hazel’s body. Panic surged through her veins. She pushed herself up and tried to run. But before she could take two steps, one of them grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backward.
“Where do you think you’re going, you little bitch?”
Third Person's POV
“Who are you? What do you want?!” Hazel warned, backing away and reaching for her phone to call the police.
But a sharp-eyed thug saw the move and slapped her hard across the face.
“You bitch, trying to call the cops?” he spat.
Fear flashed through Hazel’s eyes.