Chapter 5: ★UNFORGIVING★

    ~Chapter 5~

    "Got you," He sneered, while I quickly brought my hand up to his that was dragging my hair, trying to pry his fingers loose.

    But he pushed me hard to the ground, falling face first. Ouch.

    I struggled to get my footing, and instantly, I''m being picked back up, a hard slap sent straight to my face.

    The force of the blow sent me crashing to the ground again, my head spinning.

    "Get up!" Mr. Tattoo shouted, making me flinch. Slowly, I struggled to my knees, my eyes frantically scanning the surrounding area for something, anything that could help me defend myself.

    My face was on fire with so much pain, a lump already forming on my cheek where that hard slap was throw at me.

    Wildly feeling the rough forest, My hands were moving around, searching for a rock, a stick, or anything that could be used as a weapon.

    And then, my fingers closed around something - a branch, about the size of my forearm, lying on the ground. Quickly, I gripped it tightly, fear and adrenaline pumping in my vain.

    I was not going to go down without a fight.

    "I said get the fuck up!" Mr. Tattoo exclaimed, dragging me back up again.

    But this time, he didn''t expect a hard blow to his head with my sweet branch. I swung it with all my might, hearing the satisfying crunch of wood against bone.@@@@

    His tight grip on me loosened, and I used the opportunity to give another blow, aiming for harder this time and he grunted in pain.

    Not wasting any time, spinning around and running like my life depended on it - which it did. The moment Mr. Tattoo regained his composure, I was dead.

    He roared behind me, giving chase. I ran as fast as my skinny legs could, my lungs burning.

    I would feel a whole lot safer if the car wasn''t tinted, if I could see the face of the driver and gauge their intentions.

    Trying to flagged down other cars, waving my arms wildly, and shouting for help. But none of them paid attention to me, or maybe they just didn''t care.

    They whizzed by, one after another, leaving me feeling more and more desperate.

    I was starting to lose hope, wondering if anyone would ever stop to help me when I spotted Mr. Tattoo and some other men coming out of a car parked by the side of the road.

    Mr. Tattoo''s eyes were on me as he raised his gun and shot straight at me, but just as the bullet was about to hit me, a car passed by and took the hit instead. The sound of glass shattering was heard.

    Without hesitation, I used the distraction to run as fast as I could down the road, but the car that Mr. Tattoo and his men had emerged from began to chase me hard.

    It wasn''t too long before I was cornered, the car blocking my path in front of me, while Mr. Tattoo and his men closed in on me from every angle, blocking every escape route I had.

    I spotted some civilian cars that had stopped at a distance, with their occupants watching the scene unfold. But none of them got out of their cars to help me; they just sat there in their seats, watching me like I was some spectacle.

    Some even had their phones out, recording the scene.

    I watched in dread as Mr. Tattoo walked closer to me, his eyes blazing with fury and his face had a few streaks of blood trailing down from the side of his head, where I had used the branch to hit him in the forest.

    I remembered the branch I had used and a small spark of satisfaction flared up within me. But it was quickly extinguished by the realization that I was now at his mercy.

    Fuck!!

    "I would so much enjoy killing you," Mr. Tattoo''s sadistic voice said before something hard struck me at the back of my head.

    The impact was tremendous, and I felt my brain rattling inside my skull. Everything went dark, and I was knocked out cold, instantly.

    My last thought was how my life was a freaking mess and unforgiving.