Freedom Again
said Amayas, my driver, breaking me from my thoughts.
"What?" He pointed to a dark alley.
"Stop the car," I ordered.
There on a corner is a bunch of what looked like teenagers gathered around a petite girl, her brown tall hair was a mess, she had bruises all over her face, she reminded me of that girl.
They threw all her clothes to the ground with one guy holding an empty bag, and a blue scarf. While she stood there, glaring at them. What's wrong with her? Why isn't she fighting them?
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