CHAPTER 1: Home Sweet HellBetty's POV“Well, hello there, hot ass chick! Where you rushing off to, all alone?”I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The voice belonged to one of the lowlifes who always hung out thinking they owned the sidewalk. I kept my head down, muttering under my breath.“Alright, Betty, just keep walking,” I told myself. “Don’t give ’em the satisfaction.”But my mouth, it has a mind of its own sometimes.“My ass is married, you mouth-breathing troglodyte,” I mumbled, way too low for anyone to actually hear.Another voice, this one raspier, joined in.“Damn, look at that walk. You need some company, sweet thing? We can keep you warm.”I clutched my grocery bag tighter. My house was just up the street.. so close.The group of them started drifting away from their wall, following me. My heart did a little tap dance and not the fun kind.This was the highlight of my day. A romantic stroll home, being serenaded by a choir of creeps.And you know what made it even
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