Not Mine
A shard might have pierced through her skin.
“Feisty one, ain’t she,” Cliff smirked as I looked at him.
She was feisty and unique. So fucking different than the desperate whores I come across every single day.
Before I knew it, she pushed me away with her bloody palm and walked away, with her head held high and not a single drop of tear rolled down her eye despite being wounded. Her eyes burning flames and her legs, taking long steps out towards the exit.
“Carla,” the guy yelled but she didn’t even flinch.