The video was dark, and the images were kind of blurry, but it was easy to tell which one was Isabella. Everyone watched in complete horror as Isabella leisurely got out of the back seat of a car, only to be brutally attacked by the girls she had arrived with. “Who is that?” Scott asked, although a part of him already knew. He just hoped he was wrong.
“Issy,” Rus said, holding back the rage he felt trying to boil over it. It was one thing to find her unconscious, but another to see how it happened.
“Issy? Who the hell would do this to Issy?” Scott demanded, his eyes shifting from Rus to the video. Suddenly, everyone saw a flash of light followed by four more.
“Is that a gun?” Roxy asked, her stomach in knots. The entire video made her feel uncomfortable and angry for the girl.
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