Malicia and I gaze at them in confusion as they keep screaming some hurtful words. “Kill her! She is a prosituta (prostitute). Kill her!”

“What’s going on, Elara? Why are they at my house?” Fear written all over Malicia’s face, laced in her voice.

“I wish I had an answer to this,” I responded.

Three hefty men suddenly step forward, and storm toward us. I stretch my body to the side, standing right in front of Malicia to protect her from the men.

I don’t know what it is that they want with her, but I need to protect my friend. I know she is innocent.

Surprisingly, the first hefty...