MILDRED

TRUST ME

Enid prevented further assaults as he lightly suggested Remy let him handle me.

"What a girl!" Remy spat in a disgusted tone and went back to his seat.

"I guess you can't. And that is fine. It is fine." I said weakly feeling my wound start to burn.

His assault had mounted pressure on my neck and my wound was opened again. The pain doubled and I couldn't help but take my hand to it.

"She's right. Remy would have to swear on the statue." Sander spoke into his microphone, "It's the only way to prove his words, a fifteen-second clip doesn't prove anything."

I dropped appreciative...