Chapter 72

Hate, hate was exactly the word that best defined the feeling she was feeling that dawn, she really, really wanted to kill that man, that bastard, how was he able to do that to her, if the cops hadn't arrived for sure she would have killed that guy, she wouldn't stop until she opened a hole in his face, she should, she should have done, she should have castrated him.

"That bastard, son of a bitch, fucking bastard! Just thinking what he could have done to her, my body felt like it was burning, like fire ants were on me."

"God! If only I hadn't arrived in time! Even though we left your house, I still couldn't calm down, the time I waited outside my bedroom door was the only time I had ever nailed my eyes shut."

But now seeing her lying on the couch curled up, so fragile, her body so small and delicate, I still can't believe that someone would have the courage to do this to her, I approached the couch where she was lying, the woman was hugging her puppy who was also sleeping peacefully