“Hel… Ouff..!" I was punched in the stomach again.
“Why are you doing this?" I doubled over against my attacker, coughing and sputtering.
He scoffed and sneered, "If it wasn't for you and your self-righteous father, we wouldn't have lost so many of our guys that night."
His hot breath stank of tobacco and alcohol as it fell over my face. I held my nose to keep from gagging.
“You filthy criminal," I spat back at him, feeling a surge of anger give me strength. You were trafficking and selling young girls and boys!" I tried to wiggle free of his hold. “You should be ashamed of yourself. How dare you put your hands on me and accuse me when your friends got exactly what they deserved?! And so will you!"
He pushed me back with so much force that I fell to the ground and skinned my hands
