Gemma couldn't stop her body from shaking. She had almost gotten raped. That dirty old man had almost raped her!
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling naked in the torn shirt.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears but she wouldn't allow them to fall. Now wasn't the time to cry.
"Where are we going?" Gemma asked Miguel as he sped out of the premises of the safe house.
He didn't respond to her question. His eyes were focused on the road his jaw clenched tight. He looked angry.
Gemma was grateful that he saved her from his father, but she couldn't feel at ease yet. Even if he had rescued her from his father, that didn't mean he wouldn't try to do the same or even worse to her.
They were all the same.
"Are you taking me back to my father?" Gemma asked.
"No," Miguel replied in a clipped tone.
"Where are you taking me then?"
Miguel didn't respond, he just kept his eyes trained on the road, not sparing her a glance.
