*Claire’s Point of View*
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My right cheek still stings from her slap. Damn, being a cheerleader really helped her to be so strong. And thank goodness that she is not a volleyball player.
As I was about to put on my helmet, I heard someone scream for help. And there's no doubt that it's Sammy's voice. Well, I just loved to call her that.
Then I hurried to where the voice came from, and it was near a tree at the club's parking space where a blue old pick-up truck was parked. What is she doing out here?
I just knew that it's her voice, and I can also hear some men talking to her.
I went near them, and when I saw them, my heart started beating fast. There are three bastards with her. Two of them are holding both her arms, and the other one is holding a knife. Damn it!
"Please, just le
