The room was silent when her story ended. I had kept my eyes strictly on Anthony who seemed infuriated with that she had just heard. What I couldn't understand was the reason why. No, I knew what he could be the reason for his anger, but the problem was: which one was it?
"So, you couldn't call anyone to help you out?" Cienna gaped at the man who seemed to be least bothered about what had happened to her. She shook her head as if to clear it, but Anthony took it as an answer. "How stupid can one woman get? You've faced these situations enough times to know how you should react. You call for back up. You save your ass from all the trouble that you've caused." Stunned, she kept shut. "You have no idea what you said to him or to the cabbie. Do you realize the amount of damage that you have caused by not doing the simple task of preserving your safety and calling us?"
"At least you care," she mumbled to herself. Anthony obviously heard the mumble just as I had.
