Evelyn felt her life flash in front of her eyes. Uncle Giuseppe pulled her hair from the roots and Evelyn cried out loudly.
"Let go!" She screamed and clawed at his hand with her nails. It hurt.
"Let go?" The man taunted. "I don't think so. I don't think you deserve that after being in the us all on the road especially for what your father has done!" He pulled on the roots harder and Evelyn cried again.
"I don't understand," Marco whispered, shaking his head to himself, "what do we do with her that everything is in someone else's hands?"
Evelyn's heart stopped. Her once brave friend no longer showed as she realised that they were talking of plotting her death in front of her.
"Nothing," Giuseppe sneered in her ear. "We are to do nothing for her."
They were going to kill her.
