#Chapter67

I hate walking home late at night, especially at this side of town. I really wish I have a car. It would make everything so much easier but sadly, I'm poor and have an alcoholic gambler as a father.

Out of the blue, my gut is telling me that someone's following me. Trusting it, I grab my pepper spray out of my bag and hold it tightly in my hand, ready to spray at anyone that comes in sight.

I speed up my pace and could feel two heavy footsteps behind me. Suddenly, I feel a tight grip on my shoulder and a pull. The mysterious person turns me...