Chapter 14
Fourteen
VIOLET
There are so many people in there, and it’s like they just keep coming. Where are all the men coming from?
I’m crouched at the side of the building, peering in through the window. I see girls in chains along the wall. Some are crying, but most just have hollow eyes, and it makes my heart hurt.
I need to get those girls out of here.
I don’t see Rosie, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not here somewhere.
What I need is a distraction so the men aren’t focused on the girls and I can scoot them out, but what kind of distraction?
I’m only one person, and I only have one gun and two knives. I can’t fight these guys off on my own.
Some of them are pacing in front of the girls, leering, talking to their friends, as if they’re looking at dogs in the shelter or livestock.
It’s fucking disgusting and makes me sick to my stomach.
But just when I’m sure that this is a huge failure on my part, the world explodes. There’s gunfire and screams. Blood.
And this is my distraction.
I run to the side door that I saw someone use earlier, and slip inside, watching as what looks like a freaking war starts to rage around me. If I don’t move fast, I’m going to get shot.
The girls will get shot.
I’m at least twenty yards away from them, and have to run, hunched over, hugging the wall, to get to them. It’s so fucking loud, there’s no way I can talk to them over the sound of massive gunfire, but I point to the door I just came in, and the one on the end nods and takes the next girl’s hand.
As one big group, hand in hand, they start to run for the door, and when I see that they’re actually making their way out, and that someone is helping them, I go to run with them, but someone fists their hand in my braid and drags me backward.
“You stupid cunt,” he growls before slamming a door open and throwing me inside, making me crash against a wall.
There are two of them, both armed, both pissed as fuck.
“If you think you can take our girls and get out of here alive, you’re one stupid bitch,” he says, but I don’t give him time to rest.
I attack.
I kick him in the face and then punch the guy to his right, knocking the guns out of both their hands.
One manages to grab me, but I throw my head back, hear his nose crunch, and then spin away as he howls in pain.
And that’s the last upper hand that I get.