TELL ME, WHAT THE…
“What the f***? Why the f*** would you say that? What the F***?” The young man named Derek yelled. He released his grip and retreated to the alley wall.
To me, she had disappeared. But whatever Derek saw, it was like torture.
He screamed and grabbed his bleeding eyes. To think he could still see after what I’d done to him is beyond my comprehension. He maintained his stance, repeating his cries.