Damn it.
That Gerstruck member hit me hard on the arm and neck tonight. I needed to get some medical supplies at a nearby pharmacy and had to sprout numerous lies just to answer and assure the cashier who had given me a curious look.
“You sure you want to go home with that?” Mona asked me when I was about to leave the hideout.
I looked at my right arm which had a long abrasion, not to mention how my neck stings because of a cut. “Yes, I can manage.”
I decided to leave the hideout and hail a cab ten blocks away from our headquarters.
I can’t help but curse out that gang member who gave me all these bruises. That was illegal because she used a knife. Now, I wish for her to rot in jail because the police came when they were all down on the floor.
I arrived home wincing in pain whenev
