.... Ava's Point of View ...
"Haaa... Shhh!" I bit my tongue before I could even complete the curse word that was itching to be said! "Hey! Shyn!" I panicked, slapping him hard on his cheeks!
"Owww," Shyn groaned, turning to his side and reaching his right, slapped, red cheek.
"What the hell?!" Stranger two cussed, slamming the blonde wig on the ground. "Hey! That was why I told you to check her!" He yelled furiously to his buddy.
"Shut up, you perverted asshole!" Stranger one responded, spitting the blood on his mouth. "We are clearly told to not touch her!" He yelled. "How should we know that was a wig, huh?! Do you think she can have knives under her dress too?!" He scoffed.
Stranger two laughed, "Who's going to know if we touched her? I am sure they wanted her dead anyway." He said picking the rusty metal pole that was on his side. He stretched his legs to stand up and landed a glare on me. "She can also fight, which was bad news."
