Chapter 5 – Entry #41

“Zizi had hit the guy on the head with the half-empty bottle of beer. He was clutching his head and cursing. I was gripping my torn blouse trying to cover myself, while Zizi led me off the beach to her car. I’m not sure how she got me to the street and into the car, because I was hysterical.”

Tears were rolling down Ilona’s face now. “You could’ve been killed,” she whispered.

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